Waiting out Fog
                          
Gray.  Not blue.  Gray.   Like a chill.
Like a drift.   This is not S.A.D.
This is sad.  Don’t raft with the flow,
suck you under.  Alcoholics Anonymous
prayer says it:   accept what will not
change.  Every December in much of
the so-called First World, false cheer
Super-Glu’s glitter and spritzes fake
pine, inviting us to believe what we see,
hear, and smell is what we need.   All-?
Meanwhile, on the other side of a tree
topped by a twig-contorting paper angel
or attic-wrangled metal star, a manger
seeks to remind of a golden rule.  That
unadulterated and unperverted, Christianity,
Buddhism, Confucianism, Hinduism,
Islam, Judaism, Taoism, and Zoroastrianism
all depend at core on the belief that if there
is an Answer, it is turn the other cheek.. 
Look at what Gandhi achieved.  The most
violence Christ committed was to chase
money-gougers off steps.   Only curse
to yell they were vipers.  To  believe he
believed himself any part of a god that
robbed,  maimed, and  killed, or dozed On
High while creatures of his making did –
with his blessing, yet -- makes as much
sense as the loss that has me in tears.
Tears will pass, but do not ask me to live
\in a world  ruled by a monster that watches
as food and drinkable water are denied
and home is a carton or underpass and 
the rights to speak and work and be treated
equably and have one’s choices respected
are trampled under and flies feast on children
with bulging eyes and protruding ribs while
mothers with empty breasts and eyes suffer
on.   Unlimited power would  mean  rape,
murder, disease, government and corporate
chicanery and all the everyday paper cuts
and worse that come of being born without
special privilege are deliberate!  N e v e r
would I choose to be ruled by such a beast.
Looking up, I see a pencil-thin line of rose
lighting the gray.  Feel a flicker of warmth?
Faith in us – the humble, the imperfect, the 
make-do-and-do-our-best-to-give-and-receive
with generosity and grace is adding color,
I believe.  Will it spread?   Always hope.
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        (c)  Phyllis Jean Green, December, 2009
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