(Week 13 - Tuesday, Nov. 5)
The campaigning is done, and each office seeker has made his or her case. This poem is offered from the heart as something to reflect upon as each reader casts his or her vote. If one cannot find clear expression for the thought and sentiment it raises on the current ballot, then may it at least plant a seed of resolve for the next time around (which starts tomorrow).
Hark the entreaties of the broken
Souls who have borne usury's curse,
Debt-money's train of death and woes.
The huddled betimes scarce awoken
Soon to find wit and will aburst,
The hour, impending, no one knows.
The meek get ready to inherit the earth,
The earth prepares to receive the sky,
The youth anon will discover a future,
The wise, in love, smile – and now you know "Why?"
May we all walk in wisdom on this day of decision.
Thank you for listening.
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