So that we might recover
The second poem is so powerful. I love the final lines of the first poem--they work so well:
"Put that cold cloth right across your eyes.
Become as still as the night air.
Think of winter."
‘Sinful cattle’ - so much in this image, of impending doom and misunderstood innocence.
“I ask myself what I want to be able to say
To the children who are still babies for now,
But who will grow up and ask questions like:
Did you know?
Were you part of the problem?
What did you do to help?
How did it all get so bad?
How did you save them in the end?”
This part. This is the part I’ve been wrestling with recently. Feeling like I’m not doing enough, I can be doing more. This is the part we should be asking ourselves all the time.
The second poem is so powerful. I love the final lines of the first poem--they work so well:
"Put that cold cloth right across your eyes.
Become as still as the night air.
Think of winter."
‘Sinful cattle’ - so much in this image, of impending doom and misunderstood innocence.
“I ask myself what I want to be able to say
To the children who are still babies for now,
But who will grow up and ask questions like:
Did you know?
Were you part of the problem?
What did you do to help?
How did it all get so bad?
How did you save them in the end?”
This part. This is the part I’ve been wrestling with recently. Feeling like I’m not doing enough, I can be doing more. This is the part we should be asking ourselves all the time.