I saw this video tonight. Am short on words, but big on hope and love.
http://www.youtube.com/...
Was stunned, delighted, knocked over by the power and beauty of the Occupy Movement, brought to light so vividly here. Remembered writing this poem (below the squiggle) in 2004, day after George W. Bush was, well, not voted but put in office for the second time, and all the media talk was of
Moral Values
Don’t talk to me about anything but love.
Don’t give me religion if it doesn’t
shimmer in the waves between us
if it doesn’t light
the dungeons that divide
the powerful
from the dispossessed.
It isn’t love if it doesn’t show us
a way from the pit, give us a hill
to stand on, help us to see
the curve of the world.
Don’t give me a ship if it won’t
bring us all around safely
to the place
where our journey begins.
Susan Windle
November, 2004
This is the beginning.
Grateful, yes
I am.
HalleyluYah!