This is a day like no other. The waves of grief overwhelm me. My soul aches. My heart is broken.
Fear begins to rise as questions and concerns about family, friends, minorities, the elderly, children, health care, the economy, personal and global security, the world, me and so much more, surface.
I want it to be just a bad dream. But it is not. It is reality.
In time, a new day will appear. But today is a day like no other and I will not ignore my thoughts or my feelings or my questions. I will not listen to platitudes of those who tell me how I should feel, what I should believe,
why I should be strong/
Today I am not strong. Today I feel helpless. And yet in the midst of it all,
I make a conscious choice to … strive for justice and peace among all people
I make a conscious choice to … strive for justice and peace among all people
… remain steadfast in my respect for the dignity of every human being
… safeguard the integrity of God’s creation … stand for justice and equality in all arenas of life in peaceful ways, in compassionate ways, in loving ways.
… safeguard the integrity of God’s creation … stand for justice and equality in all arenas of life in peaceful ways, in compassionate ways, in loving ways.
These are what I can do. These are what I will do. These are what I must do.
I may feel helpless, but I am not, even on this day … This-Day-Like-No-Other.
Photo & Text © june maffin
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What a beautiful poem, I so much feel the same.Let’s hope and pray for world peace!
Dear June…please know how much your open sharing of grief gives voice to those of us not so eloquent, and those of us who’ve been made to feel we should “keep quiet”. You write in the most beautiful ways the words that express how many of us are feeling. Oh, how deeply disappointed in humanity I am in these present days. And Oh, how I have lost hope. Yet, there is joy. There is joy and hope in even the smallest of things. Even in the rustling of leaves swirling about in too-early Autumn clouds. And a small, piping, Downy-Headed Woodpecker calmly culling suet. All is well. He peers in the window at me, and we nod at each other, that woodpecker and I. All will be well.