The Weight of the World
a plea in the meantime
The weight of the world cannot wait for the tide to turn from fear and hate, and for love and peace to reach our long parched shores. Earth, Our Mother, Our Shared Home, cannot continue in grief to groan beneath ignorant abuses and arrogant wars. O Highest Good and Surest Ground, with Love and Logic turn us 'round; Wisdom, open Reason's rusted doors!
I have been off Substack for a week or so… imagine my delight to open this beautiful poem. It is so full of meaning for these times. I join you in this prayer.
The closing line speaks prophetically to me:
Wisdom, open
Reason's rusted doors!