Remember that this has passed before
And that there will be more days
Of plenty… eventually
Páidrig Ó
Tauma
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Maya Angelou
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Dawn is breaking
as I trod, I trod
left foot, right foot, left foot
but I can’t breathe
I can’t see
The darkness softening
or the sun announce its impending arrival
with brilliance
I am overwhelmed
My head is full, my heart is empty
Joy has been stolen
It is not ok
And so I lament
Not just the lies, the cruelty, the oppression, and
injustice
Not just the images of masked brutes
Assaulting and disappearing
People
Who have children and spouses
And hopes and
Dreams
Not just the attempts to rewrite history
And to write out people who are brown, black
The desire to erase
Not just the smug posturing
Of people who have sold their souls
For what?
Money? Power?
What profit it us if we sell our souls?
I lament the fact
That so much that is unjust and inequitable
Is woven into the fabric of my country
Into me
I lament that so many cheer evil
so many stand helplessly by
so many remain silent
I lament the pain caused
The hopes destroyed
the illusions shattered
My country 'tis of thee
sweet land of liberty
not
one nation under God
ha!
speaking of God
where is God
God is not mocked
And yet God is mocked every day
where is God
in this mess?
I suspect God is where God has always been
In each one of us
In our hearts, minds, and souls
Ready when we are ready?
Will we ever be ready?
I lament
But I am called to remember that this has passed before
And that there will be more days
Of plenty…
eventually
if we do not tire of doing
love
