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And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
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Elizabeth Browning



Monday, January 15, 2018

Bending History

“Few will have the greatness to bend history itself, but each of us can work to change a small portion of events. It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.”
                                            Robert F. Kennedy
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Some mornings
When Finn the dog has nudged me to awareness
I suddenly wonder why I should bother to get up

The world seems like such a hopeless place
Evil rules
The wicked prosper
Injustice grows
Inequity is the mark of our society

In short, things are shit!

And I am just an aging
Wanna be retired wanna be
With no power, no voice

A reed blown in the wind
Buffeted, tossed to and fro

And I want to respond by shutting down
Or if not by shutting down
With anger

I want to attack and diminish those who I believe attack and diminish the poor
The vulnerable
The different

And so I rant and ridicule
And in doing so, allow them to win

Whatever happened to random acts of kindness?
To generosity?

What if I resisted
Not a person, or a party
But resisted evil

With a kind word
With a helping hand
With patience
Truthfulness
Fairness
Compassion

It is not that any of us can stop combatting evil
We must fight against injustice
Oppression
Prejudice
Hate

But HOW we do it is important
Only by refusing to be pulled into the vortex of evil
Do we have a chance

Only if we stand up for what is right
And do so the right way….
Can we send forth ripples of hope
Across the still, dark waters of hopelessness



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