Saturday, October 17, 2009

A poem

Prayers of Meditation

Something new is upon us,
and yet nothing is ever new.
We are alive in a fearsome time,
and we have been given new things to fear.

We've been delivered huge blows but also
huge opportunities to reinforce or reinvent our will,
depending on where we look for honor and how we name our enemies.

The easiest thing is to think of returning the blows.
But there are other things we must think about as well, other dangers we face.

A careless way of sauntering across the earth and breaking open its treasures,
a terrible dependency on sucking out the world's best juices
for ourselves—these may also be our enemies.

The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.

small wonder - barbara kingsolver - 2002

1 comment:

Randy said...

not the most beautiful poem I've ever read - lacks good imagery. I appreciate the sentiments though.

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