Advocate

Written in December '21, for my mother

she’s the greatest advocate
even though many of us
can’t say the same thing

even in a possible world
where all relationships
are based on cruelty,
her love from conception
to now is there,
always there,
an illusion of perpetuity
on a finite time line

her nature should
be our model for divinity,
not the one that has
warfare in its DNA
twenty-four seven,
day after day,
year after year

and yet she tells me,
you need to come home

she combats Schopenhauer’s
will each day, every day,
her view of divinity is
likely without gender,
where the traits of love
mesh with the traits of war
to create a whole being
flush with omni

and her outlook on life
is an oasis in a world
populated by the likes of
Cioran and Camus,
Sartre and Shestov,
the only possible world
known as of right now

if nihilism is the
foundation of the
modern world,
then why have certain
concepts remained in place?

why has she remained
such a staunch advocate
for us and the divine?

maybe it’s her making
her own meaning in a
universe full of
undirected billiard balls

the average believer
has never read
Kierkegaard but
they make that
leap of faith daily

they need to or there’s
no meaning to be had

and many believers like her
advocate for the less fortunate
and the ones they love the most

the nature of the nurturer,
to serve and to protect

my biggest advocate is her,
always has been,
without condition

you’re the best one that
anyone could ask for