it burst forth from rock, high in the mountains-
its journey before unseen.
now respendent with light, with movement,
wind catching droplets,
splaying out upon the sky
in joyful play.
down the jagged crests,
tracing o’er all crevices and round mossy stones,
giving in to grand descent,
trusting powers drawing on its way.
to go, where least resistance begs,
e’re to make its journey
as it may.
til when upon a jutting cliff,
a solid mass,
its forces split.
droplets crash and turn in wild careen,
hesitating e’re so briefly,
then to choose.
or be chosen.
diverse paths from hence-
two where once was one.
Yet on, no stopping,
naught to bring them back,
or time to pause in retrospection.
down, they travel, each its separate way.
lost to what once was.
still valuable with richness unsurpassed.
bringing life and nourishment to all they touch.
essentially the same, though drawn in diverse ways.
until at last
they reach the sea.
the two are one
cleansed and moistened-
-Joan T Warren
This free-style prose flowed from my mind and fingertips tonight as thoughts I’ve been pondering for months–thoughts of sadness and turmoil over our polarization as a country, which is torn between left and right political views and personalities, thoughts of the hope for unity and love rising up, embracing diversity, thoughts of value and respect for all living things, born and unborn, bound and free, rich and poor, faithful and disdainful, wild and tame–all came together in the imagery of the water cycle, in what I perceive to be a love-gift from our maker.
May we care for our planet, and may we care for each other: Republican and Democrat, Independent, Green, Black, Blue, Whatever. May we care for each other whether behind walls or by reaching out. May we care for each other whether we feel a need to set personal boundaries and draw lines or whether we feel we’ve been ostracized, abused or neglected by someone’s boundaries or lines. May we care for each other whether worried about losing rights for equality and choice or to bear arms. May we care for each other whether we trace our ancestral culture to Isaac or Ishmael, to Sitting Bull, Dalai Lama, Peter the Great or Henry the 8th. May we do so without having to face a common foe threatening our existence, forcing us to pull together to fight it. May we care for each other, period.
May we care, lovingly.