Friday, June 4, 2010

Of grief and greed

Such precision
in this blessing --
fingers held just so,
perfectly balanced,
lightly touching --
and where,
is the blessing in this,
the gush and flow
of brown,
the deadening
of marsh, and fish;
of beaches, birds and livelihoods?
I try so hard to see
that every curse contains a blessing,
but here, in this disaster,
I can see only death;
the good of many lost
to the greed of the few --
but wait, I hear a wakeup call:
isn't it our greed, too?

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

This morning's Post had the most heartbreaking images.

And you are right: we witness and yet we also keep consuming.

You might want to consider submitting something to Poets for Living Waters. I sent in a poem and am waiting to hear back.