On the long road
between then and now
highways of violence,
intersections of grace,
messages from the world
of the broken, hopeless
to go on, while the earth
sings beneath a night sky
electric with memory.
We belong to every body,
every soul bearing the weight
of fractured desire.
We all limp together
though we fight
and shout our anger,
as if we were strangers,
as if we didn’t know.
The antidote awaits
in the deep folds
of an ancient blanket
ready to warm us
through the frozen winter,
ready to remind,
even terrify us
with the knowledge
of who we might be.
Yes. There’s a reason for the resistance. The knowledge of who we might be could be terrifying. Strong poem, Don — thank you.
Oh, Don, your poem has touched me on such a deep level that my tears are flowing. Thank you for this insight that encourages and reignites my soul.
NOW….this is a poem of beauty and wonder!
I have been blessed with innumerable instances of grace, pure and simple.
Touches my soul Don – u speak the language of the unspoken.
Don, thanks. This poem is discouraging and hopeful at once.
You articulate waters that run deep in the heart of Humanity. Surely in my heart. Bless you Don.
Whoa! That one really gives me chills! I’m going to print that one out and put it on my wall for meditation.
Just this week, I began meditating on this partial quote from John O’Donohue…”the quiet immensity of your own presence”.
I am letting this be, for now, my warm blanket.
Thank you.
Magnificent and joyous Don! In this day, the blanket, the comforter, cometh, wrapping us each and all in the question, and the answer: Knowest thou? And today this body is singing, electric with memory!
One of my favorites. Perfect for this season in life and our world