in the end there is only one left standing in the widening breach to mend our brokenness, to reach out, lead, to show us how it’s done by example, in compassion only one, though some may cast doubt one will be raised up, one cast out just like the seasons come and go every four years change comes, you know democracy, where each vote counts
when chaos lingers we trust our higher angels to restore balance
I don’t know who came up with this meme, but it’s been making the rounds. I think it’s brilliant. One caption said, “This is what we know so far.” Yep.
and the count continues…
there seems to be no end in sight conspirators wait at the gate provoked by lies, aroused by hate sycophants brace for one last fight while others try to do what’s right we wait, we angst, we bite our nails, holding our breath, we can’t exhale but it will all be over soon we’ll soon be rid of this buffoon with any luck he’ll land in jail
the cold air is thin naked tree limbs poke the sky leaves fall letting go
while people mourn the sick and dead trump proclaims ‘we’re rounding the turn’ there’s no end to the lies he churns he fills his sycophants with dread ‘it’s all a hoax, trust me instead… masks? wear them or not…you choose stop testing, silence the fake news!’ we’ll all soon have a choice to make we have a voice in what’s at stake this time we can’t afford to lose
clouds drench the hollow blooms of opaque gray matter obscure perception
weeds burst into seed wintering beneath the dust first to bloom come spring
what does it say about our soul when half of us subscribe to hate ‘twas apathy led to this fate spiraling down this rabbit hole inhabited by greedy trolls who prey upon us while we sleep and fill our heads with lies and tweets but half of us are wide awake we’ll right what’s wrong, for all our sake, that day when love takes to the streets
consider Gaia’s cycling days her seasons gently yield and flow no forced succession, letting go, no power struggles, coups, or frays
if only men could learn her ways and realize all things must end in order to emerge again if only we could just be still and listen to the wind and chill perhaps our enmity might mend
there’s no calm, no eye ‘midst the tempests formed by men only destruction
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