Broken Thankfulness

I feel broken 
broken hearted

Broken hearted that one typo 
was perhaps a nail in democracy’s coffin
it not really about Trump

But that betray of Country for some is acceptable


Broken hearted so many smart people

don’t realize change isn’t always good

sometimes it is worse

much, much worse

Broken hearted at the blindness
rejection of wisdom,
opinion confused with fact
the search for that next thrill, or text

Broken hearted by the slaughter
planet pillaged
pipelines build carrying the earth’s blood, made toxic
 by the waste, greed, profanity

Broken hearted by
the number of people in fear for their lives
 because of the color of their skin
because of how they worship
because of who they love

Broken hearted by
 the number of people hurt, angry, alone
homeless
in more ways then one

broken hearted that we are pulled
further and further into a world of lies
tiny insignfianct things, empty words
“I didn’t see," I will send”,  “I care”

white lies

Broken hearted by my own stupidity

broken hearted that we have such pretty words
such beautiful dreams
such poor commitment to make it real
intention confused with action

Broken hearted by the rejection of people,
 through neglect
or drifting away
by people who say they’ll always be there
who couldn’t forgive

Broken hearted like Job,
 pieces on the ground,
 and yet he still got up,
still held his love of God.

And broken hearted that the only thing I can do is
say thank-you
see that today is a beautiful day.
say thank-you for sitting next to a fragrant rose
picked from an Eden Ed and I create

Thank-you

In the days ahead some will be well below freezing
But all we have is here and now
 it can be incredibly beautiful and sweet.

Thank-you for the opportunity to if we choose

be part of the unfolding
where everyone is feed
where everyone is safe and sheltered,

respected, equal
and where everyone's lips can say simply, thank-you

Down to my toes I am grateful
Thank-you!
                           12/18/16 (after Trump's election)