Makes Me Feel Fine

I tried to listen this weekend to a

little coming out of Washington but

my ears couldn’t make out anything

that rang of compassion. So I quit.

Everyone on that hill they’ve died

on sings songs of themselves as

they preen in ornate empty mirrors.

The humane question where’s my

reflection? sadly never occurs.

 

Instead I tuned my ears to essentials—

the laughter of my gathered children,

and a playlist of hits from the 70s like

“Summer Breeze” and “Maggie May.”

These sounds reflect the image of a

world worthy of fierce attention, one

worth dying for. These sounds sane

me, reminding me of my true office.

Such sounds remind me why I am.

 

 

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6 Comments

  1. Nate on March 23, 2020 at 8:32 am

    Thanks John. It’s a good question.

  2. Christine Perica on March 23, 2020 at 8:37 am

    TRUTH! Thank you John

    • Marcia on March 23, 2020 at 11:00 am

      Ditto Christine!

  3. Michele Morin on March 23, 2020 at 10:25 am

    “Sane” as a transitive verb—now that’s hopeful.

  4. Nancy on March 23, 2020 at 11:42 am

    We all could use a little of John Denver right now. Wonderful post, John and Happy Belated Birthday!

  5. Jacky on March 23, 2020 at 1:38 pm

    Right on, John. Right in and right through too!

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