A Call to Poets!
Poets, I call out to you!
Philosophers. dreamers, and visionaries, where are you?
I sense a coldness rippling through humanity that I do not recognize.
My natural inclination is to think it is newborn and some type of recent phenomenon; yet this logically does not hold.
In my infinitely finite experience, I am in no position to make sweeping generalizations or judgments about the state of mankind.
There is no reason to believe that this coldness is new and that it has not been pervasive throughout the eons – manifesting in different forms.
The cruelties of the past do not support any such notion. This leaves me then with the sense that this is how it has always been.
This common era where free thought has been outsourced to wings, movements, and parties is just a new form of the old ways – a new manifestation of the human way.
Yet, I call out to you, because this coldness is so hard to reconcile and its weight is too heavy for me to bear as a possible truth!
Take it from me please. Divest me of this delusion if it is that.
Poets and visionaries, you are the lighthouses and the guide-rails that have kept our species in touch with our gentler selves – you have called out our highest ideals and the best in our collective characters. You have kept us hopeful.
This coldness cannot be new and yet I do not understand it. Help me see.
In a law class tonight there was a discussion of the rightness of allocating as much money as possible from one who caused the loss of a child to the parent of that lost child.
I suppose I have reached an age, where I could say that in my day such money would be spat upon and any hand extending such an offering would be quickly brought back in fear of losing it as it has reached too far out in dishonor.
A heart would be a better measure and a better offering than any of Caesar’s coins. Yet they clammer for coin.
It is disheartening to see finely nuanced issues painted over and slippery slopes stocked with money where money does not belong.
Poets and visionaries, we need you now more than ever.
At least this is how it feels to this human – now…here…in 2022 in the District of Columbia as I sit in bewilderment, with my limited mind, and my limited senses to process what I see and hear.
He was given up then and there is no reason to believe he would not be given up now. Why do we not hear the truth of the Gospel yet hear it as a call to power? It is disheartening that this will be read and not understood.
