Not that we shouldn’t desire more
of that which feeds the hungering soul
for such yearning, it seems, opens the door
as we stare out upon a distant knoll.
“Comfortable complacency” is fine
–we all need pauses in our quest for more–
Grateful for the banquet on which we dine
fingers laced, beside the fireplace, shut the door.
But when the bell tolls the eleventh hour
mustn’t we from our sedentary rise?
Step into our uncomfortable power–
this before our comforts become a vise.
The hungering soul feasts on freedom.
Quick! They are capturing the kingdom.
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago and again tried to merge poetry with imagery. I’m not really pleased with the painting…but I think the message is current. Truly, it doesn’t seem like we can hide behind our “comfortable” doors any longer although we mostly shelter in place. I think that we are asked to be activists in a way that is true to our nature.
When any one of our freedoms is infringed upon, we are called to stand up against injustice. When our neighbor’s freedom is infringed upon, we are called to stand up against injustice. For truly, if my neighbor isn’t well-cared for by our society, then I’m affected too. We’re in this together.
Remember, Spaceship Earth, so-named by Buckminster Fuller? We’re all here together riding around on this very small planet.
“How can I serve?”
I frequently ask this question of myself.