It’s Agenda

Everyone has agenda

It is the basis for what we do,

And that very same agenda

Also shapes our worldview.

Sometimes it is hidden

Sometimes it’s in the open,

Sometimes we work it out in silence

Sometimes it is outspoken.

It evolves from stage to stage

And progresses through each level,

It could be something elaborate

And for others, very simple.

Yes, agenda is self-defining

Especially the stereotypes,

And even some in the minority

Put up a determined fight.

Orientation and inclination

Is a part of every soul

To the extent that even weirdos

Are becoming very bold.

At the premise of their agenda

Are orientation and inclination

And however weird they maybe

Acceptance is the expectation.

Like the agenda of the genders:

Your gender, their gender, and mine

Are evolving by leaps and bounds

Where once there were only two kinds.

There is a gender you are feeling

And there is a gender that you like,

There is a gender you can switch to

A different gender for the day or night.

There is a gender for

When I am not feeling that gender anymore,

And we could go on and on

Showing you genders galore.

You can choose your own gender

From the assortment that we carry

Or, you can develop one of your choice

Once that gender makes you happy.

Or you may choose

To not have any gender at all,

It does not matter your agenda

Any gender can be your call.

No need to panic or rush it

Of genders, we will never run out,

There is a gender for every inclination

Or any orientation that you spout.

It doesn’t matter how ludicrous

Or how ridiculous it may be,

It is our aim to meet every demand

And to make everyone happy.

Agenda or gender

There needs be no confusing of the two,

One fits into the other

Like a sock fits into a shoe.

It does not even matter

Which of the two comes to the fore,

One will invariably promote the other

No less and no more.

So your gender, their gender

And also mine,

Whatever the perceived gender,

Some agenda will define.

Be reminded, God has an agenda

It is stated in His Holy Word,

There you will find only two genders

All other agendas are absurd.

It is absolutely nonsensical

To add to the genders that brought you,

All others subtract from procreation

That is my considered view.

For the purpose of procreation

There can be only two

But man will give up the tried and tested

To experiment with the new.

The devil’s agenda is often hidden

In the emotions of the human mind

But in God’s divine agenda,

He and his affiliates are only for a time.

Now I have reached verse twenty-one

The maturation of a woman or man,

Regarding your agenda and gender

Please stick with the Master’s plan.

The apostrophe and s on Master

 Refers to God’s original plan,

No crossover, in between or obscene

Just the two genders originating in Adam.

It would be remiss of me

If I did not repeat the theme,

For now, it’s agenda that’s shaping gender

Hence a world that is about to careen.

The question is whose agenda:

Your agenda, their agenda or mine,

Let’s get back to the two genders

Which produce offspring of their kind.

Stewart Russell (c) September 2019

From Puzzle to Picture

There were hundreds of pieces

Of varying size

But no picture to guide me,

That I truly despised.

How was I to fix this puzzle?

This was not even practical,

At least show me a picture

And that would be reasonable.

“There are guidelines there,”

An inner voice assured,

“The diversity of the pieces:

That is your open door.

If they were all alike

Would that have helped?”

Of course not I responded

And at least better I felt.

Of course I was having a chat

With that voice within me

And I dare say to all

That was no sign of insanity.

In my relaxed frame of mind

I searched for the corners

Then put the border together

To frame the picture.

Then I saw eyes and noses

A hairline then two

And then faces were formed

I found my working crew.

From puzzle to picture

It was beginning to form:

A community of working people

Just like the everyday norm.

The nurse and the police

The postman and the cleaner,

These and other community workers

Were all there in my picture.

  

There were children too

And mothers with infants in arms

And going about their daily business

Added to the overall charm.

The puzzle was almost complete

Just a dozen more pieces or so

From puzzle to picture, O yes!

With no picture at first to show.

Quite daunting at the beginning

Most satisfying in the end,

Like the challenges we face in life

And the daily effort we expend.

Nothing is more satisfying

Than a puzzle we have unraveled,

Particularly when at the beginning

It was truly a daunting puzzle.

The pieces were so out of place

As though they all were wrong

But when I got the workers together

I saw where each piece belonged.

If all our workers get together

And play their individual roles

Our puzzle would become a picture,

There would be no gaping holes.

Don’t hanker after another’s role

With yours do the best you can

Be a piece the puzzle can’t do without

Be a part of the master plan!

Stewart Russell © March 2019