National Poetry Month in a Dark Time

It's a dark time in the U.S. right now. There's little doubt about that. Every day, news of several new scandals erupts. Possible Russian agents or assets in power in the White House, entire departments of the federal government essentially wiped out, bans against Muslims, the wholesale rounding up and imprisonment of Latinos, attempts to wipe out health care and health insurance as we know it today (seriously, health insurance that doesn't cover hospitalization???), attempts to wipe out all programs that help the poor, the elderly, children, the disabled, the disenfranchisement of ever more American voters--the list goes on and on. 

Just yesterday, an airline lost almost a billion dollars in share value after it beat up a paying passenger because he refused to leave a seat he'd already paid for to make room for spare airline employees. Then, Eric Trump, the inconvenient, inadvertent truth-teller in a family of pathological liars, told a reporter that the President of the United States sent 59 missiles flying into a Syrian airbase because Ivanka, his much-too-beloved daughter, felt sadness over photos of dead children and told him to do something--and, Eric added, this should prove that his dad, the President, is not beholden to Russia. And finally, on this first full day of Passover, Sean Spicer, the presidential press secretary, said Hitler never used chemical weapons--at least, not against his own people--well, against innocent people--no, he meant against his own innocent people in their homes because he took them off to Holocaust Centers to gas them.

And yesterday was a light day in the dark news department, compared to what has happened lately. Oh, I almost forget in the press of the other dumpster fires, also yesterday, we saw for the first time the FISA warrant obtained against Carter Page, foreign policy adviser to Donald Trump's campaign, stating that the FBI had reasons that the FISA court found credible to believe Page was a Russian spy.

When we have possible Russian spies running our government, determined efforts to destroy said democratic government, and a President who wants to become an actual dictator and is rapidly stripping away our rights and protections against that, we live in dark, dark times. In the words of beloved children's book author, Susan Cooper, "The dark is rising." We have never needed National Poetry Month more. So here is a poem for the dark times.

BLESSING FOR THE DARK TIMES

Creator reminds us daily

through the fragrant winds,

the re-leafing trees,

the dark-of-morning bird chorus,

the taste of rain on upheld faces,

that this world was built in beauty,

made for harmony and wholeness.

We must remember

it is we humans

who break what is shining and whole.

It is our species that creates dark times.

We must learn to live

in tune with creation once more. We must sing

balance back into this bountiful earth.

As we work together

to mend the broken world—

against the forces among our own kind

choosing destruction over grace—

may we keep in our imaginations

the ancestral memory

of this world as it was created to be.

May we will it into existence

again. May we move always toward healing

and wholeness. May we never forget

the force of willed action

and words of power.

May we create a blessed light

in these dark times in which we find ourselves.

May we know

deep inside our bones

that, no matter how broken,

our world is always

worth the labor of mending.

© Linda Rodriguez 2017