20/20 doesn’t mean what it used to hope was sucked out of our beings drowning us in metaphorical waters the despair vibrated in the gasps of the dying
can we recover…
politics, and the anger it fueled climate change, and the natural disasters which ensued sickness, and the devastation that followed all of it ravaged the land, the body and the heart
i hope we can recover…
but there are stronger ones among us survivors, come what may we’ll need to lean on them or forever lose our way
we can recover…
Thanks to my hubs for the title of this piece! I’d wanted to write one final piece about the year 2020 but hadn’t found what I would call an acceptable way to lead into it. Recently, while having a discussion, I misspoke trying to utter the word “situation.” Great discussion and a title was born!
This piece inspires more than just hope, that gusto is within reach even though the times would tell us otherwise. Shortly before posting, a distraction from Facebook had me reading this sentiment…
“At the present time, I long only to sleep. I am sick of humanity.” by A. Camus
While Paul’s poem is certainly one of hope and optimism, a desire to experience, having both thoughts present in our beings seems to highlight the oddity that is 2020. We want for both and vacillate in between the two haphazardly it seems.
“Something in us is telling us we’re moving too fast, at a pace dictated by machines rather than anything human, and that unless we take conscious measures, we’ll permanently be out of breath.” Pico Iyer
Everyday at waking hoping,
longing for an
uprising of integrity,
a coup of love,
a kindness rebellion,
a riot of charity,
to overwhelm my senses,
and wash me with such gratitude,
that even now
I might breathe again
as I once did
This piece is so inspirational and filled with hope! It clearly shows us the metaphors for the downside of living being countered with the possibility of better things in the new day. I just loved this optimism!