Sizzling, Sacred and Surreal
The freedom expressed and endured that created our reality retreats even as I write these words.
Our sons and daughters mourn the graspless hopes that once flowed effortlessly through the air. We stopped breathing long ago, began accepting instant gratification and became hardened to the longer possibilities of meaning and purpose.
Within the walls of our confinement we have lost our way. Each of us needs to reclaim the passion and purpose of time and place. We know not what can be done because trying has been supplanted with apathy. The war lost before it has begun.
Is our thirst for instilled freedom a clipped eagle of intention that no longer holds any exhuberance? The towering oneness of an America merged with all positions and perils and profundity in and around the world enrapturing our humanity in a powerful vision of understanding.
In picking up our liberties and not holding them as a shield but as an anthem for fostered longings, as an emblem ever searching and ever growing toward liberty and justice for all.
Don’t think nothing rises from the ashes. A kernel of hope blossoms.