Your reflections are mine, especially this week. I try to remain centered but sometimes life seems too much with me. I try to be hopeful — I need to believe the moral arc of the universe does bend toward justice, but it is we who bend it.
I’ve read the Rich poem. Thanks for including it. There is a portion of one her poems that I will so…
Your reflections are mine, especially this week. I try to remain centered but sometimes life seems too much with me. I try to be hopeful — I need to believe the moral arc of the universe does bend toward justice, but it is we who bend it.
I’ve read the Rich poem. Thanks for including it. There is a portion of one her poems that I will sometimes read over and over for the beauty of the words:
Your reflections are mine, especially this week. I try to remain centered but sometimes life seems too much with me. I try to be hopeful — I need to believe the moral arc of the universe does bend toward justice, but it is we who bend it.
I’ve read the Rich poem. Thanks for including it. There is a portion of one her poems that I will sometimes read over and over for the beauty of the words:
“My heart is moved by all I cannot save:
so much has been destroyed
I have to cast my lot with those
who age after age, perversely,
with no extraordinary power,
reconstitute the world”.
This is his I feel tonight.
Beautiful. Thank you!