Thursday, November 5, 2020

Poem for November 3, 2020


If tomorrow comes

and we, who love the world,


whose vested interests are in the stranger,

in liberty and justice for all,


we stakeholders who yearn for decency, 

empathy, even propriety—


if tomorrow comes and we are soul-crushed

it won’t be because we are the losers,


it will be for another human who has lost a choice,

a job, a loved one, a physician, a civil right, a home,


it will be for the mother who fled from danger

and the imprisoned child who did no wrong,


it will be for the flooded homes and incinerated towns.

If we, the stakeholders in this game of chance


are given a harrowing verdict, we will carry on 

because God brought another baby here today, 


because people will still teach, heal, and donate,

people will still protest, hope, and pray, because 


time will pass and the world will keep turning 

and evolving, because restoration is possible,


and our love for humanity and creation

can never be voted out.