An Unquiet Heart
As morning dawns,
Many toss and turn on buoyant
But unquiet dreams of flotation.
Why comes the turbulence,
Rushing life through such hearts
Like spillways of emotional purging,
Leaving behind but erosion
Evolving into a global dry moat
Of little defense against
Future onslaughts?
Yet…
Tomorrow could present
The entity of passion and intimacy,
Of governance with integrity
Knowing not of manipulation and deceit,
The essence of mutual affection, adoration, and respect,
A society like an impervious castle of strength
Made indomitable by its veracity and compassion.
Should such an experience of humanness appear,
Might we have the courage to pay homage
To this chance meeting of purity and truth,
Where joy’s vapor of honesty
Might nurture back the warmth
Of heart’s reservoir of life-flow?
Viva the pulsations of the unquiet heart
Keeping alive one’s resistance to acquiescence.
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We are so spoiled. Particularly those of us in the United States with all of the safety nets regardless of the worst that can happen to us. We even can love despotic, narcissistic, greedy and pathological people in public office without too much damage to our lifestyles.
The problem is the news. It comes at us from sources close at hand, in some cases from citizens with cell phones taking videos, but primarily through multiple news reporting and spinning by all sorts of "experts" making things either better or worse. Most of it, rather desperate and eminently dangerous.
If it were possible to take all of the complainers and put them back simply 100 years ago during the roaring 20s, they would, in spite of economic prosperity, want to get the hell out of that time and back here ASAP.
But your heart is pictured as blue. Yes, we live today like the blue bloods did back in 1922. When the flappers went braless but weren't really very attractive like my grandmother.
Ron