Nov 052012
 

Based on recent conversations, news articles, even posts on NPR such as this one:

I’d be willing to bet that I’m not alone when I say that I AM READY FOR THIS ELECTION TO BE OVER. Part of it could be that I’m in a swing state, so I’ve been inundated with mailers, commercials, phone calls, etc, from various candidates trying to convince me why I should vote for them (and, more explicitly, why I should not vote for their opponent). It’s exhausting; and, to be honest, there have been moments when it has made me seriously my question my feelings about humanity. Candidates have been labeled as “good” or “evil” and the lines that divide us have been deepened – the proverbial lines in the sand have become wounds carved into our collective psyche. I am exhausted from all of the talk – weary of the battle stance I too often feel I have to take – guard up, jaw clenched, prepared to defend myself against anything or anyone who might appear as a threat. To quote one of my favorite Ani DiFranco songs: “I hold on hard to something/between my teeth when I’m sleeping/I wake up and my jaw aches/and the earth is full of earthquakes.”

To put it bluntly, I am exhausted.

The poem below, by David Whyte, seemed to be an appropriate response. Now, I’m in no way insinuating that our government, or the legislative process isn’t important; but, I find it hard to see a world in which change can happen through the White House, or in the halls of Congress, if it doesn’t first start in the breaking of bread, in sitting at a meal with someone – looking them in the eyes, knowing their struggles, and trusting them enough to share ours. We have a million reasons to hate one another, to fear one another, to build walls between one another. These days, it seems the truly prophetic act is one that seeks to tear those walls down – to risk vulnerability in a world that celebrates shame – to give food away in a world that tells us to stockpile – to believe that the loaves and fishes will multiply, that all will be fed and satisfied. May we find the courage to defy a world that tells us that we need to remain captive to our fears.

This is not
the age of information.
This is not
the age of information.

Forget the news,
and the radio,
and the blurred screen.

This is the time
of loaves 
and fishes.

People are hungry
and one good word is bread
for a thousand.

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