Monday, October 3, 2022

LIKE HOSTAGES…

 


Hope and despair

are captured here

as in this cell we wait …


Weakness meets might… and darkness meets light…

Wrongs preempt Rights… as instincts encourage flight…

While in this cell we wait …


In time 

East must meet West… and North must meet South…

Love must outdo Hate… as Courage greets Fate…

While in this cell we wait…


And as we sit here… heads lowered in the den of despair… 

We feel the desperation that comes when we are hopelessly herded by the anxieties that inform the tensions between us.

And in those moments of harsh recognition our eyes become overwhelmed by the well of tears within us…

Liquified remnants of the reign of despair

that creates a vexing discomfort 

in the place

in which we wait…

 

Tomorrow … when it comes … may help us see

the tragic links between us …

That hope for some spells despair for others…

And that to be free we must come to understand

that we are all prisoners of each other’s longings …

And that to survive East must meet West

and North must meet South 

and recognize that we are hostages together

on the one earth that is our prison… or our paradise…

And that we will only be free again

when we decline the invitation to engage with one another

on the basis of those things that we fear about each other.


But until then… 

We wait.


( For us all… And for those held as hostages

in various countries around the world. Love heals. Fear breeds torment. )



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