An ancestor couples faith with technology
Copyright 2007, Jerry W. Engler
Last night as I lay dreaming
back deep through the gray folds of time,
the clear, soft voice of a woman
called to me from 1873.
Familiar yet forgotten
through the relation connections
of the primal, spiritual mind,
it was my own great, great grandmother
calling out to me
from the year the typhoid took her,
I know she said very gently,
carressingly to keep me asleep,
you think that you don't know me,
I wasn't alive in your time,
and your mind can't accept
that you're hearing from me
Just open your heart to listen,
let me have this small piece of your time.
You can't imagine the searching
for faith in the agonies of my world.
You can't imagine how hard it all was
when the proofs of your day were not there.
For the gifts of your science
have laid the keys to know
of heaven and of hell.
How easy for you to have faith.
Why oh Lord wasn't it there for me
You know I cannot believe
that you listen to a box
that carries tunes through the air.
Electromagnetism you call it
that gives that thing called TV.
You talk to people all over the world
on wires or the cellular phone.
Imagine the things that surrounded us
that we had no receivers to see
here alone in the dust
You have machines that fly through the air,
machines that fly up to the moon.
We had trains and horses
here on the ground,
and ships upon the sea.
You even have machines
to expand your thinking.
We never had such things as you
You have scientists and experts
with proof for you
that all breaks down to particles
that finally converge with light
until you don't know what's solid,
and what's energy,
and what's theology,
alternate universes and dimensions,
the relativity of time,
the proofs are all before you.
Wish to God we'd had them too
What's this, our connection's weakening?
But it's so easy for you to believe.
Yet you're letting me go
because you can't accept
I'm talking to you
Jerry W. Engler
Jerry W. Engler
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|Reviewed by Angela Ciero
|I love the thought behind this poem. So Good!|
|Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis
|The notions behind this poem have always been intriguing to me - particularly the idea that we can free ourselves of our perceived confines of space and time and welcome other-dimensional contact. Ironically, intuition, openness and receptivity can so easily be squelched by the science and technology that your ancestor pined for. That is, if we seek to make science and technology the end-all to the exclusion of alternate forms of knowing. Such an interesting and evocative write.|
|Reviewed by Leann Marshall
|Jerry, There was a time when I had the fortune of participating in many gatherings called "Rendez-vous" which were, in essence, weeklong reenactments of the trading camps of the 1700's. There were no modern gadgets or comforts allowed, saved for bags of ice to put in ice chests. I missed the hot showers, hair dryers, phones, television, newspapers, stoves, matches, etc. etc. But it was interesting to see how our attentions went back to the people around us, how we helped one another and told stories--true and made up. As in your poem, it was a hard life where endurance and faith are necessary things, and not luxuries. I can almost see your grandmother trying to tell you those things, the ones that remain important even now. Maybe even more so WITH all our technology.
Thanks for sharing this, it's wonderful.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|An interesting anecdote that leaves the reader pausing for thought, Jerry. All our "gadgets" ought not to be necessary for communication across realms and ages. Thank you. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Regino Gonzales, Jr.
|You're lucky Jerry, you're still connected to an ancient sage. Please dont let go of that lest there will be one more of us seeking a lifeline to departed ancestors for the wisdom that they posses.
Great piece. Thanks for sharing it Jerry.
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|But you did listen, Jerry...a wonderful summing up of 'progress' and a clever way to tell...
I'd like to read your responses to her.
P.S. I so agree with Mr. Ed...our youths have lost a lot.
|Reviewed by A PAX
|Spirit has existed wayyyyyyyy before technology,and will always be there.........enjoyed this tons!
keep listening ;)
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I can accept that chat, and readily believe it's possible, too. As for technology, I'm not convinced it's all good. I think people like your great great grandmother appreciated life far more than many of us do today, especially the younger generations who I think spend way too much time indoors on their video games, and can't even seem to sit on the front porch gazing up into the heavens without that blasted cell phone sticking out of their ear. Just ain't natural, and to me, natural is Good.|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Just love the perspective you write from, very interesting. A time traveler of sorts, but penned with cunning and thought, just beautiful...
|Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
|We're always wishing for something else, and not thankful for what we have. Your great grandchildren may be hearing YOU say "in 2007 ..."
Awesome review of history, with a twist.
|Reviewed by Gloria Buono Daly
|Very interesting prose and story. Clever the way the spirit of 1873 mocks technology. Really enjoyed this. Thanks and regards, Gloria|