our spinning world cries
like a wounded animal
care for it gently
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
Haiku for a Wounded World
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Monthly Archives: July 2022
It Has Been an Interesting Morning
Such a strange weave today.
Yellow butterfly flits in the flowers
and flaps higher and higher
into the evergreens before I can
get my camera out.
But she’s so pretty!
I round the curve in the path
and look across the river
and see half a dozen officers
in blue, surrounding a body,
I think. Red emergency vehicle.
And Whatcom Falls brings peace
in a white sound of rushing rapids
over boulders, over logs.
And then I hear a man yelling
and cursing the world,
but I can’t see him – is he ahead
of me? or above? or below?
And now the butterfly is back
and this time she poses in the flowers
for me, then flutters away
and is joined by another butterfly.
“Did you see that?” I ask the man
coming down the path towards me.
“The dancing caterpillars?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “Wasn’t that cool?!”
Cussing and rushing
water, a body, and butterflies.
It has been an interesting morning.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
This New Day
This new day holds a promise
of opportunities
to do something good
see something beautiful
meet a new friend
have a good laugh
heal someone’s pain
find the magic
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
“To those leaning on the sustaining infinite, to-day is big with blessings.”
-Mary Baker Eddy
Beyond My Fathoming
People who think their opinions/feelings/beliefs/thoughts are the only ones that matter and have no concern for the suffering and challenges of others; people who willfully believe every lie and conspiracy theory that comes through their feed just because it bolsters their own nonsense; people who would violently try to throw aside 81 millions votes because those votes didn’t go for the candidate THEY wanted; people who claim to be “pro life” and yet believe in the death penalty and think it’s perfectly fine for people to openly carry military-style weapons slung over their shoulders as they walk through a supermarket; people who care more for an insentient one-celled zygote than they do for a 10-year-old girl who’s been raped and become pregnant by her step-father; people who force a woman to carry a pregnancy through to labor, even though her life is endangered, and then want to offer no safety net of health care, food, and home for the baby once it’s arrived, but leave the mother and child to fend for themselves – these people are beyond my fathoming.
Let’s Stay to the End
You know what?
I can’t promise things will get better.
I can’t promise that people will care.
I can’t promise that things will be easy.
I can’t promise here will be better there.
I can’t promise we won’t ever go backwards.
I can’t promise we won’t lose what we’ve gained.
I can’t promise our country will heal.
I can’t promise that there won’t be pain.
But if we leave this story in the middle
we won’t know how this story ends.
If we leave this story right now
we can’t be part of helping it mend.
Let’s stay to the end.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
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