It’s not about what I feel,
it’s about what I hope…
purposing
now to try and avoid
rehashing the negativity
bombarding my eyes and ears,
and avoiding (at all costs)
the rampant spirits
of hatred
fear
anarchy
destruction
social unrest, and the new
pandemic of cognitive dissonance
swarming around us like shit-flies…

More than ever,
I hope to depart
this arrogant lowland, as
desperation circles overhead
with sharpened talons, or ascends
suddenly from the depths,
open-mouthed,
ready to devour any
little thing that isn’t prepared…
.
Now, more than ever,
I desire to push past
this political warzone…
to retrace where
the pure water went
after it rushed beneath
the bridge, to know
where the
good seeds went
after the wind whisked
them into abstractions, to
avoid the hateful dramas that
separate us into cultural, spiritual,
and ideologically homogenous enclaves, to
condemn the irrational exuberance of morons
who flip-a-finger at a resurging C-19 pestilence,
to escape the raging war between what Truth is,
and all those other corrosive voices smothering
us in the rotting stench of political hubris…
.
From now on,
footprints, prayers, and
accurate words, are all I’ll
leave behind me… And
now, too, more than ever, I
hold fast to the One Truth that allows
my heart and my hope to deepen, as I cry out
each day, ‘Thy Kingdom come, thy will be
done, on earth, as it is in Heaven’…
.
richard lloyd cederberg
6/2020
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