A little background to this haiku this time.
We are in the throes of election fever here. Not General elections, but the time to select the new Mukh Sevadar, or President, of the Sikh Temple here.
It’s annoying enough, getting bombarded with literature and visits at every turn, from well wishing supporters of various candidates, to family and friends who have their own agenda with regards to who they support.
But to have scandalous videos, and mudslinging happening between the two candidates…. Or their parties… That is unacceptable.
We are voting for someone to lead our temple for the next two years, a place of worship, a source of sanctity, not to help people with their own personal gains. This role is pretty big. We are one of the largest Gurdwaras in Europe. We need someone who will act for the good of the Sangat, the worshippers, creating a temple and atmosphere of spirituality, and serenity, not someone who point fingers, or wants gratitude.
I’ll name no names. I’m not swaying votes with my piece.
All I know is I have read lots, and it’s becoming hard to decide what is truth, and what is a pile of lies…
Truly, it has become politics within religion. Manifestos, debates, promises. All I want, and what most of those I know want, is a Gurdwara where we can go to, to pray, to soak in the beauty of the Sikh religion, to feel tranquility….
Ok, hopping off my soapbox now!!!!
Oh yes, you know it’s Monday when the haiku start flowing! Ronovan’s weekly challenge had hit, and boy is it another doozie this week! Ronovan, with these words, you are really testing us!! Check out the challenge here.
His halcyon mane
That golden moment
But I Smile Anyway... 