This poem was left as a reply to my recent post,A Measure of Worth. Hank has left me poetic responses to a few of my posts and I always treasure his skill to respond to my musings with his own mythopoetic beauty. This one I felt called to share and do so here, with his permission. This makes Hank Delison my first guest poet on the blog. It is with great joy I share this poem here. If you have not read the post I linked above, please do, and you will see the powerful lines of connection that Hank weaves here. A big thank you to you Hank, for your support of my blog and your willingness to share your poem here. The thistles on the header are in remembrance of our mutual Scottish heritage ♥
Worth is a false idea, it is empty.
It was invented a very long time ago
To control behavior.
We accept it as we accept the mountains
There must be a scale
From worth to non-worth
For worth to exist.
And there is no such scale.
For such a scale to exist
There must be a worthiness judge.
For thousands of years people
Have tried to create a worthiness judge.
We have called these judges
God, Gods, Goddesses.
But they have all been false,
Because they are all human made.
But God, Gods, Goddesses are useful.
Priests, holy men/holy women use them
To mold their bit of humanity into
An understandable controllable whole.
What if you do not accept
Worth as having meaning?
What if you accept yourself
As who you are?
Outside of worth?
Then you cannot be controlled.