Coffee with the Angels
Dorothy vanquished wickedness and so will we
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When a brother acts insanely, he is offering you an opportunity to bless him. His need is yours. You need the blessing you can offer him. There is no way for you to have it except by giving it. This is the law of God, and it has no exceptions. A Course In Miracles, Foundation for Inner Peace publishers
This astonished, well rested, restored morning
I ponder politics.
There is nothing right about the Right. Nothing!
Yet I will not allow my rage (my fear)
to raze my defenses.
A bullet dodged becomes
a brace of miracles.
The first,
last night’s empathetic admonishment
from a friend whose name means most holy:
do not allow their darkness to smother
the Light left.
Sing!
The second,
a reminder from the angel closest to
the coffee pot –
even decaffeinated loathing isn’t healthy.
Revulsion won’t work.
Remember how the wicked witch melted?
How the holy water of Dorothy’s love –
her horror, her instinctive decision
to act, to resist, to defend
her fellows, her dearest companion – extinguished
not only the fire but its perpetrator?
A few splashed droplets
all it took.
Yes, Toto, I am not in hell anymore.
It is time to break my fast
from blessing those I deem vile,
spineless, wicked.
How else to satiate my hunger
for peace?
Inner, for now. Outer, in time.
Inevitably. Invincibly.
My soul struggles these dark days, here in the U.S. My heart hurts.
Thank you,
and , for Scribe’s warm embrace. Thank you, dearest readers.If you like my poetry, feel free to check out my prose, A Septuagenarian Sings.
Well said, Jeni, and a wise quote. An article on this matter is percolating in my head. None of my sage heroes (save Krishna perhaps, although he pointed out that the true battlefield is inside) involved themselves with the ways of Caesar, knowing that true change only happens inwardly and casting stones only gives the caster bruises, and all revolutions that used violence only created a new system where violence was happily ensconced. Thich Nhat Hahn said that the problem with peace marches is that they are not peaceful. The times we are living in are not easy, for sure, as our society wears its ignorance on its sleeve. Just keep loving and being the example of the world you want. If Frankl could go through the death camps choosing to show love to both guards and prisoners, so can we.
Wow, Jenine! This piece has such a powerful emotional arc. The way you balance so many feelings is impressive—thought-provoking and deeply felt. Thanks for sharing!