There is an urgency
To this agency
It lays upon the peace
The quiet of the longest night
Rent only by the silent
Crescent moon sickle slice like snow:
Those tiny individuals
Sixfold symmetrists weaving
Blankets for streets and fields
Rubbish heaps and cemeteries
Can you get to sleep under that blanket?
Where each flake screams for your blood
Your dignity, your heart? Your vote?
I don’t blame you for drowning in that flood.
I asked him,
How much can we endure?
What’s called for is … is …
What? What choice is there?
My strength is dead. Writing this,
Exhausting. What the bed offers
Cannot soothe this. The church’s
Balm is empty. The only thing left
Showing in my fellow humans, is
Averted, Beaten and downtrodden
Or frantic with desperate longing
Searching for connection. Thank god for those
Tiny beacons in the vast sea
Lighthouse perched on the rocky shore
Whatever happens here
Whatever we endure
Those eyes close at the end either way.
So then I asked,
How much can we love?
For the solstice and the prompt at earthweal https://earthweal.com/2020/12/21/earthweal-weekly-challenge-a-solstice-bell/