RE: Burdened Blessings
Thank you so much for your fulsome praise.
I’d been jotting down for a few days for the poem I intended to base the words “burdened blessings” upon. But, when I sat down to organize those notes into a poem, I just happened to have the local news app running on my FireTV. It was cycling through the #MarchForOurLIves day footage, playing the speeches of kids at companion marches all around the country, as well as the Parkland survivors in DC. The poem took a dramatic turn from the notes I’d been making. Something entirely different came out.
And yes, it’s time and past time for us adults, and our “paralytic discord” to get out of the way and let the children lead where we have failed to act. It’s time for us to follow and let them lead the way to the future they deserve.
Yes, poems have a life of their own, and tend to respond to what is most urgent in the air...
Here's a short meditation of mine on guns as a symptom of spiritual disease