Friday Findings

A Renewal of True Spirit – Jeffrey Robin

We are something – What?

Small is beautifully dead

In the eyes of our Great Leaders

The powerless are invisible

Unknown

Unfelt

Nothing at all

We accept the Murder

By calling it War

We are the Walking Dead

We live in shame and fear

We might cleanse ourselves

By

A renewal of true spirit

We might rise in our humanity

If we so desired

We could do so many things

Small

Hungry

Weak

Still

We can do so many things

If we dared to understand it all

Renewal – by Chris Abani     

I set you free that night, father.

When you came back in that yellow Volkswagen,

in that dream.

I made a boat of honor for you.

Woven of poems and words and not words.

I set it on the ocean.

Father Obuna said to me,

a gift is freely given and a gift

is freely returned.

It has taken me thirty years

to understand this.

Yemenya has your heart now.

May she be merciful.

May she love you.

The wound bleeds no more.

Which is to say,

what I have desired is like salt

left out all night and gone.

This is not a lamentation, damn it.

This is a love song.

This is a love song.

Like reggae—it all falls on the off beat.

If there is a way, it is here.

They say you cannot say this in a poem.

That you cannot say, love, and mean anything.

That you cannot say, soul, and approach heaven.

But the sun is no fool, I tell you.

It will rise for nothing else

At best, the renewal of broken relations is a nervous matter. – Henry Adams

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. – Albert Einstein

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday. – John Wayne