The poet feels a mandate
to inject light and hope into her work,
the better to inspire, uplift and motivate.
But in dark days,
seeing the planet
and humankind as it is,
discouragement takes up residence.
She tries to beat the dusty curtains of her soul,
polish up the windows of her eyes,
nudge that flagging heart into action,
but her soul is weary
of the struggle.
Seventy years of bumpy road,
we humans struggled towards social justice,
and now we are about to
step back fifty years.
She believes in the transformation
of human consciousness,
the evolution of souls,
the race of rainbow warriors
She knows we can be better than we are,
are meant to be better than we are.
Yet here we are, a melting planet
of extinct and endangered species,
a warming, dying sea,
too many nations a battleground;
it feels as if the human experiment
as hope settles into acceptance
Her best hope, on the worst days:
that somehow Mother Earth will survive us,
will grow cool and green and lush
..........and begin again.
for Elizabeth Crawford's Creativity Challenge: to choose a word reflective of what one is seeing and feeling, and write about it. I am hoping my default optimism will return, but with current events so dismal, I am having a hard time, especially in the area of climate change.