Today there is an edge, the sense of timelessness overcome by a rush to judgement. Any idea of who you are that has not joined one side or the other is cut down and crushed by the dichotomy of decision. We have left very little room for the courage to question and listen, the searching of souls with our eyes closed and our minds open and kind. The richness of life is squeezed by ‘one way or the other’. I cannot fit who I am and what I have lived into the heated arena of contest, so I mark my boxes, walk in the pungent woods, and pray.
Categories: Poetry