I wrote this poem in the late 1980s or early 1990s after Marianne and I saw the French film Les Yeux Des Oiseaux about political prisoners in South America. The film made a tremendous impact on me, and I am thinking of it now as I seek discernment on the way forward in my life. I am not a social activist. What am I called to do as I seek to be there for my close friends while also caring about the whole world?
Lightning flashes in a darkened sky And is gone again The sky remains, ready for another flash. Listen! to your soul’s song What you hear, you have heard before The flash is new—no repeated refrain Yet you recognize it at once, as an old friend. Listen! to a song of our planet Despairing voices in … Read more