A World Going to Pieces

Here is the world.
Beautiful and terrible things will happen.
Don’t be afraid.
~Frederich Buechner

…the heart of this country does not beat in Washington, DC, nor does its soul lie in a seat of power, nor does its destiny lie in which party occupies which section of government.

No, those things all lie with… people like you and me, people who get up and go to work and love their tiny plot of Earth and whose hands are rough and hardened by loving and giving.
~Billy Coffey from “The Heart of this Land”

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.
~Martin Luther

…as the land around turns rocky and hollow…
I’d never suspected: every day,
Although the nation is done for,
I find new flowers.
~Donald Revell from “Election Year”

This morning I search for any hint of beauty
trying its best to thrive in
the rocky hollowed-out cracks of our foundation.

I look for something (anything)
kind and gentle and hopeful to share here.

But we, the people, have chosen a vengeful meanness to rule us,
to crush, bloody and fracture us apart.

I fear beauty and goodness have gone into hiding.

Even so, we are reminded of
Words spoken again and again and again
to a troubled world:

if only we can hear them for ourselves
if only we can reassure one another
to keep planting, growing, feeding
and caring for one another

The Son came to be with us
when we needed saving from ourselves,
and will not abandon us:

do not be afraid
do not be afraid
do not be afraid

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6 thoughts on “A World Going to Pieces

  1. Thank you, Emily. Your post today reminds me of a granite-carved saying placed in the World War II wreckage of Canterbury Cathedral in England: “Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.” I remember standing in front of it as a fifteen-year-old, and taking it into my bones. with love, Amrita

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  2. I am relieved for you (and millions of others!) who are not struggling today with the results. That’s how democracy is supposed to work: we gracefully accept the decision of the majority without accusing the system of dishonesty and attempting to change the result through violence.

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  3. Thank you for writing about the result of this election. I am broken and I’m trying to find all the parts that have flown apart in different directions. It’s unimaginable to me that so many U.S. citizens chose hate. That so many are afraid to let a woman lead. The church next door to me opened their doors and I sat with a gay friend for a few hours, holding hands and crying. Our country is lost to us now. And yes, there are flowers and there are poems and those will surely help. But the human suffering that will come from policies and threats to women and people of color will be soul crushing.

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  4. Sue, thank you for loving those who hurt and are afraid today. We cannot let this change the goodness in people. I think the decisions people made on their ballots were fear-driven. We cannot let fear control who we are or will be. Blessings!

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