
I think we are all feeling the need for a new dawn.
This breach –
this ever-widening gap
fear induced
pits us
against them
as if humanity
can be divided
salvation
a selective process.
We need a balm
to soothe societal
wounds, a tonic
to calm the angst
until clarity
quells the uproar
and kindness
replaces this sin.
(Poem originally appeared June 2019. Image my own)
Stories have power. Parents, teachers, public speakers, and therapists understand that the secret to engaging an audience or connecting with others is through illustration: storytelling.
I see it in the eyes of the my grandchildren, who love to hear tales of family history.
I’ve seen in the eyes of students, when recognition and understanding light up.
I’ve seen in in the eyes of audiences, who tear up or laugh at the telling of a relevant anecdote.
I’ve seen it in the eyes of the wounded trying to make sense of their past: the craving for a story that offers validation.
Imagine a world where we are absent from stories. This is a reality for many, whose race, ethnicity, or beliefs excludes them from discourse.
Chimamanda Adichie says it best in her Ted Talk: The Danger of a Single Story.
“War is hell. You can’t photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.”
– unknown
The bomb has dropped
control slips from our grasp
We pray for a parachute
for someone to pull the cord
numbers escalate,
lives plummet
We offer encouragement
isolated voices faltering
moment of impact imminent
the implosion inevitable
impact reverberates
responsibility moot.
( Image my own.)
If we could lift understanding
to indigenous teachings
expand our love
to earth, sky, and sea
Make personal gain taboo
and Ancients a weigh point
If we could witness the mountains
slow floating across the sky
and touch the dolphin’s soul
anxiously swimming
where tuna are netted
Would we cower at our insignificance
or move forward, learning to accept
that all of life is deeply woven
into the fabric of our collective hopes.
(Image my own)
How did undocumented –
a civil infraction –
reduce people to ‘bodies’?
And how did empathy –
observation and support –
merit death by gunshot?
When we stretch for explanations –
to fit the violent rhetoric –
are we too not complicit in crime?
Red, blue, it’s all intolerable –
the global stage is watching –
a nation in rapid decline.
“He’ll burn it all down,”
we’d been warned –
prophetic at that.
The terror escalates,
the system no longer works,
people are uprising to stunned silence
Where is the hand of justice,
governance for and of the people,
a nation for all….gone?
Greed drives this destructive machine.
Cut off the source of fuel, methinks –
if power is to act out empathy.
Planted seeds for prosperity –
images of children frolicking
the delight of yellow horizons
tradition setting our fields ablaze
Till greed came knocking –
brother turning on brother
Rhetoric and lies shrapnel
shattering our dreams
Only the deer frolic now
unwitting participants in
this unprovoked slaughter
land mines defiling landscapes
But seeds are not lost,
nor are the legacy of generations
whose soil has known the red of blood
spirits who cannot be deterred
Independence will remain ours
the land a testimony to our toil
fortitude born of oppression
Ukraine stands proud.
(Image my own. Currently, in Ukraine, most areas have electricity outages, leaving inhabitants with hours of no light or heat in this cold. Any talk of peace is propaganda. The bombing has escalated.)
Dove’s mournful cry
spotlights Nature’s calling –
Let us find a harmonic note
sing along for conservation,
for preservation, for a strong
tomorrow – find our voices
and join the chorus.
(Image my own)