Thoughts in Dark Times

I’d like to copy a poem (free verse) that I wrote just now as I thought about the recent events in the world. Others write so eloquently, feeling such passion, and I am just one voice–not lost, but woven into a grand choir.

What is hate?
It is the refusal to love,
The refusal to learn love.
Narrow and sharp as a needle,
Sewing together people with
Cruel intentions,
Limited views,
And hard hearts.

The horror of it is
That hate has numbers.
I see them on TV
Or the screen of my computer.
I read their words.
I feel the heat
Of their fire
Cracking open my skin.

It is an enemy that I
Do not understand.

It is an enemy with whom I
Do not sympathize.

But it is not an enemy
To whom I bend a knee.
I will stare it in the face
And fight.
No matter its power,
I will not close my eyes.
I will never surrender.
I will never flee.

In the night, the stars are out,
The small or the bright,
Peeking through the dark,
Breaking it apart.
Even if we cannot see,
They’re still there working.

Love cancels out hate.
And love has numbers.
I see them on TV
Or the screen of my computer.
I read their words.
I feel the comfort
Of their touch
Healing the cracks in my skin.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s