Take It or Leave It: Post 7

This is not my typical TIoLI post, but I thought I’d share a poem that resonated with me in light of last week’s senseless acts of violence.  You can read about here: The Skimm

This is not really the right avenue to voice all of my opinions on the #BlackLivesMatter vs. #BlueLivesMatter vs. #AllLivesMatter issue, but if you’d like to have a mature, respectful conversation about it, & I do have lots of opinions, please reach out via social media. ->

In the meantime, I borrowed this poem from my friend Lauren.

From Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes…sometimes a poem expresses things best. This is an excerpt from something she wrote called “We Are A Brave, Decent People”

we do not choose
who to mourn
by color.
we do not choose
who to mourn by age.
we do not choose
who to mourn by heritage.
Not by gender.
Nor by religion.
Nor by any other division–
just that the dead belonged
to someone who loved them.
Just that they belonged
to the enormous wheel
of humanity…

We mourn the dead.
We mourn fathers,
mothers, brothers,
sisters, grandparents,
friends, wives,
husbands, lovers,
children. We mourn
the swaths
of Creator’s forest
cut down.

We mourn all
because we are a decent people.

We pray for the families,
the mates, the friends,
the colleagues, and the very
animals also,
who are so sad this night
and for nights yet to come.

We pray that whatever helps
can come,
will come
and in ways
each person
can understand
and put to use

We pray for all
because we are a decent people.