Sunday, April 2, 2017

Bearing Witness to the Times: No Time for Weeping

Autumn Dawn by James Jordan

(Reuters Headline)

No Time for Weeping

I can see the day
When trees will weep for spring
And oceans will mourn 
As waves break upon silent shores.
On this day, however, 
There is no time for weeping.

As long as geese continue to take flight
We live with hope.
While the tiger roams the forests 
We find security in life's foothold.

When dragonflies skirt the waters
And trout swim the streams
We can enjoy the journey set forth
Ten thousand years ago.

In the interest of life
We must resist oil barons
And industrial magnates
When they seek to ramp up outmoded practices
That will increase environmental toxins.

When executive order
Sneers at fresh Yosemite air
And disregards the Appalachian quail,
Those who care for life
Will appeal to sound minds and nurturing spirits.

For those who remember acid rain
And watched when Lake Erie caught fire
There is no time for weeping;
There is only time for action.

The promise of a dollar
In exchange for smokestacks, 
Smog and dirty water
Is a fool's bargain.
Feeding the oil-ridden industrial machine
Invites death's entrenchment.

There is no time for weeping
As long as there is a chance
To prevent the tears
Of our great grandchildren.
Vigilance today
Will keep life in the world tomorrow.

                                                                                     ~ CK

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From America The Jesuit Review:
"So the next time you speak to your legislator or vote about climate change, think not only about you but about the other person. Think not only about your own city but about the cities, towns and villages in the developing world. Think not only about the wealthy but the poor. In other words, think not only about your wallet but your soul."

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The best thing that poets can do is to bear witness to the times – articulate what is happening in the moment; speak to the real life experiences of your people.  I am setting myself a goal to write a poem each week that reflects what I see and experience in the life of our nation... if I can write one poem a week there will be some chronicle of our sacred/tested/doubtful union.



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