It’s been a wee while since I posted. Apologies. The first quarter of full-time teaching coincided with Maggie’s launch to college and JoJo starting high school. Ahem.
I have been subsumed with the living out of these seismic shifts, too much so to think about them very deeply.
But today, a bit of breathing room, and thoughts that demand voicing.
Here they are…
History in the making
For Deb and Arthur and Joel and Rachel and Tanya and Natasha
and all my dear Jewish brothers and sisters
chosen people – called, anointed
to this broken world appointed
fighting to survive from the beginning
chosen people – God’s own portion
facing down the world’s coercion
your saints slandered, ever, by our sinning
History in the making History bleeds and cries the breaking of another thousand stories
lives ending no one glories
when people, just now present, suddenly become the past
History in the making History bleeds and cries the breaking real lives made tragic stories
where’s the glory? no one glories
when hatred swallows people, ravening for the very last
nothing new here – nothing better
every bloody tale’s a debtor
these are ancient tears streaking the phone screen
faces, families, freedoms – shatter
old or infant, doesn’t matter
malice makes the “news” poison, obscene
History in the making History bleeds and cries the breaking of another thousand stories
lives ending no one glories
when people, just now present, suddenly become the past
History in the making History bleeds and cries the breaking real lives made tragic stories
where’s the glory? no one glories
when hatred swallows people, ravening for the very last
seeking home – seeking refuge
seeking shelter from the deluge
fighting to survive to fight again
seeking hope – seeking respite
find a way, avoid the cesspit
staying alive: the only way to win
History in the making History bleeds and cries the breaking of another thousand stories
lives ending no one glories
when people, just now present, suddenly become the past
History in the making History bleeds and cries the breaking real lives made tragic stories
where’s the glory? no one glories
when hatred swallows people, ravening for the very last
someday, peace someday, closure
no more bullets, bombs, exposure
no endless iterations of the suffering theme
pray the day pray the ending
mercy-rich God descending
History completed: not a nightmare, not a dream
Reality
Finally
Someday
