0) The Fire People's Paradox (Prose / Ballad) Poem by Otradom Pelogo

I'm glad that I had a chance to see life and its cadence; it creates a beautiful symphony of sounds, colors, places, peoples, and memories. Of course there are the more dramatic sounds of life's cadence, that is, whether we desire it or not, a part of our lives. Whether it was the rare sounds of the thunder on the West coast that lasted much too long this winter, the fires in the South this summer, the snow on the East coast or just a day that didn't bring more than enough smiles, they, because we have the ability to put most things in perspective, and in retrospection of course, realize that we can overcome just about any challenge to the enlightened spirit, become, as we say, only part of the big picture, which creates that cadence of life that allows us to continue to progress forward.

Because in the midst of the city, / engulfed in
pious tumults, / and the wisdom of an
ambivalent foe

The house, / tree / a few dreams, taken by
a friend / made up in an untimely suit
of winter's glow

Things had been completed / and neatly
fashioned / as time ran out the night before
But the smiles and promises / will be left
to the heart / of a proxy / to adore

It's we, / who with perspective, / re-kindle
the flames / for what species dare not ally
And pray / we also give impunity /
for what hearts simply cannot convey

Now as we look at the ashes, / which from
yesterday / seemed such an offensive sight
Instead of spiritual debase, / we
tell of endurance, / resistance and might

The things which cannot be interpreted, /
no matter how bad, / only resurrects
that which causes pain
Vouchsafed/ with an encompassing
Perspective; / comfort and relief / falls like
a hot summer's rain

It seemed at first / like a confrontation /
between soul and mind, / or here and
there / as you can see
The smoke was like an exposition, /
which tethered both here and there / together /
tethered / and free

After years, / months and millenniums of
fissuring, / our potential finally
had been met / from me / to GoPe / that day
After night turned to day, /
We hoped what was seen / would last
a year, / a millennium, / one more day

The wisdom of God / does transcend all /
for it was faith and love / we earnestly
did try to declare
And that love like a prudent investment /
may elude our eyes / and answer / only
our children's prayer

It may seem strange at first, / that we sometimes
stop to shed tears / on a fruitful / and
joyous day
But relegating the past, teaches that
it's the present, / which keeps the tear of
martyrdom at bay

Admonishment comes from the quest / of
those here and abroad, / as we brood / on this
arduous highway
A quest so appealing, it refuses
to let a city, a country, / or
a world go astray

Sacrifices have philanthropically
been interspersed, / but we still answer to
our friend liberty
So with water stained eyes, / dried by the breeze
of our homes, / we try again, / for our
goals and destiny

I know that Heaven can hear / as well as see
while we put forth / profound examples of love, /
faith and loyalty
And hope when we try again, / that we /
remember/ what all this really means / to
them, / us, / you / and me

Unity with others must be clung to
with a recalcitrant and democratic
disposition
Our utility is virtue, but it
even vies to transcend an impartial
interposition

Even those things which we remember the
least, / cause us to think / as much as those /
which enlightens our day
But with a view from a literary
to a historic panorama, they
do better our stay

For 4.5 billion years since Heaven
and the waters parted, we've kept in
contact to avoid a provincial mind
And with pretentious expectations, we
are reinforced from sailing past the moon
to kind words here that we are blessed to find

We sometimes capitulate, for our
disposition, although lovely, sometimes
is trying to wear
We sometimes reach our goals sooner than we
expect, for our spirits travel where our
bodies do not dare

Each generation seems foisted by those
before, to dream, sew and reap as they watch
wisdom emasculate and rebuild as they go
'But verily I say unto you, wherever this gospel
be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for
a memorial of her'.(Jesus Christ)
(and the children of Otradom PeloGo)
(Observe and Travel with Wisdom; Peace, Love, and God be with You)