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Sitting by the shore - Knees to chest Despondent, defeated, in my cries for Earth and Nation as a small roll of water Unfurls at my toes - humming An almost quiet remnant of the surf-roar. What might have been Had I not been sleeping On the sand. Oblivious? I could have . . . should have . . .
Pondering in cool morning mist, I watch the gulls play Without concern for my Human musings of hopelessness They know not, that their own survival invades my thoughts. They don’t know of separation and turmoil Of apathy, of surrender, of silent voices, as they chatter noisily. They can. They never doubted that they can.
One or a thousand of us, Like the seabirds, Shouting in a tumultuous cacophony Against the war cries, the fear, the impossibilities Will fade on the chorus Of change, of achievement, of courage Unless we shout louder! Then . . . we can.
Peering then, far into the horizon, I watch a new wind stir the water, The currents, swelling the waves Rising, larger, taller, a froth of energy Is bursting forth in the white spray Turning into a melody . . . We can. Yes, we can We can, you sitting there huddled, And all those willing to disrobe The masks, the costumes, the anger misdirected, the errant notions that you are victim and voiceless When really, you are surrendering.
Hark, who is that singing? That song rising . . . to a crescendo? Yes we can . . . I hear the words now . . . yes we can, as a new tidal wave crashes on the shore of indifference and hopelessness. Yes! We CAN!
Susan Haley ~ 2008 ~ All Rights Reserved
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Tip of the Month
"Know
which battles to fight and which to forfeit. Knowing the difference
between a fight you can win and a fight you can't is crucial -- you
can't afford to waste energy. Going around immovable
obstacles requires less energy than trying to move them."
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