How can we pour into this crater carved-out by loss,
a loss that we’re seeing and feeling everywhere we turn?
This loss in ourselves.
This loss in our society.
(We only have to look at the shock and near-grieving process that many Americans and
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One day this summer, I wrote down a little piece called ‘Give Me Truth’.
Silver Black Shores: A Poem
Be you friend or lover,
Sister or brother,
A life-time or season,
This meeting has reason,
And all moments were made for mine and yours,
To step feet in life’s misty and silver black shores.
So tell me …
We live in a world that does not calculate and take proper inventory of our planet’s resources,
But which calculates and takes inventory of the trust and connection we as humans share with one another;
We live as though our Earth’s resources were infinite,…