America begins again
each year
with a Big Bang
so loud we cannot hear,
the smoke so dense we cannot breathe,
the light so bright we cannot see
the dead, the maimed, the dark enslaved,
the land now covered with forgetful night.
The guns that promise freedom from our fears
belch forth the independence of an orphan
the power of a madman in his cell,
an earthly devastation
impotent before our death.
Our fingers rise to cross our brows
before the colored cloth that covers coffins
coming back
from unknown shores.
The fire, the light, the noise, the smoke,
blot out the stars,
disguise the great immensity,
the unimaginably new creation
bursting from the heart of blackness
making all things bright with love,
dazzling with life.
I think the virus and George Floyd’s murder have swept away some of the blustery darkensss to reveal America’s core to a deeper darkness. How long may it last? An organizational form to sustain it? Or filtering through sufficiently to the souls of those in power who can take heed.
Thank you Bill
Bill, remember, “The present darkness is the dimness before the dawn, not after the sunset.” (Spanish saying)