Windows to the world
Arm in arms
Rich world /poor world
Divided or not?
No. Know no dichotomy.
We are one
with the earth, the heavens
The stars of night
and the smiling faces of children.
The hungry ones’ eyes
are sad, empty stomachs
And we rich world
of smiling faces,
arm in arms. Are we won?
With the hungry ones’ – are we one
duty and bound,
for this “dirty rotten system”
The earth, the heavens
meet. Dichotomy or not?
No. Know this not . . . the duality
rich world /poor world.
~ B. Thomas Witzel ~
Florence Owens Thompson (1903 –1983) “Migrant Mother”
(US Library of Congress – Dorothea Lange photo & thanks to Public Images Online Blog)
“When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint.
When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.”
― Dom Helder Camara
Photo by Hans Peters/Anefo, via Wikimedia commons
12 thoughts on “Windows to the world”
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Very sensitive and moving, Bruce.
A powerful poem…
Thanks Janice. At times it’s good to get thing outside of ones innermost self.
empathy, Bruce 🙂
A much needed and well expressed reminder, Bruce. We humans persist in denial of our reality as “one / with the earth, the heavens…” This cannot end well for us.
Well – it’s improvident not to pull the wool over our eyes, is it? I believe that a change of heart and minds and ways of being, is possible. In spite that so many an so much that are against these odds. Myself, I have never have been a gambler though. Hmmm… not sure what I’m even getting at sometimes.
The “social action” of the “communist” can be labeled good works until it threatens the common Treasury, I suppose. A change of hearts and minds isn’t brought about in the political spectrum but in the individual sphere. Your artistry reaches the individual and requires a response. I say amen to your yearnings.
Thanks for these grounding thoughts.
Yes . . . groundings’ good, like humus. Your welcome.
Powerful and true.
Hi Cindy . . . maybe our only hope. To know and live as we’re all unique and different, though all is connected.