poem: writing it down for healing
trying to figure things out
finding my psyche and soul
greatly wearied and in mourning
in the postmortem of the culture wars
and efforts to destroy our nation’s democracy
and so I write it down, it is what I do,
until I grow in understanding and feel
I can authentically express myself
as to my witness and truth,
then searching for the right words and
moving them around on the page in composition
while some may be ready to move
beyond these atrocities in triumphalism, I sit here,
on a foggy mid-winter morn during the pandemic,
observing the suffering and waste and contemplating
the challenges, preparing for the work ahead
in the slow recovery from our collective trauma
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
January 25, 2021
photo by Herb Stone
“On a foggy mid-winter morn during the pandemic”
(reader’s note: Richard Rohr teaches: “If we do not
transform our pain, we will transmit it.” )
