Our granddaughters at the Tyler Arboretum, 2008
Yesterday D and I attended our twin granddaughters’ senior presentations. Half an hour each, talking about themselves and their journeys. Their self-understanding and transparency were painfully beautiful to hear. And their immediate plans for their lives offered hope that each of them would make contributions to the people of this world and to our planet. And yet….
An uncommonly daily experience
Giving birth to life
A thousand small losses
At a time
My feelings exactly
Sitting there in an attentive
For hope against
All odds —
A future for this
War-torn worn-out dis-eased
World of shrinking resources
And mounting debt
Will adjudicate the rape
Of this land and its people
Without bowing to
Who will believe
The verdict handed down
Without taking a moment
To make a buck or two
Pyramid schemes sophisticated
And irresistible stand ready
In the wings eager to swoop down
Filling their gaping craws with
When I look at our human resources and our history over the last centuries, I despair — almost. When I see how dedicated our young graduates are to making a difference, I cringe and hope — against all odds.
The weight of past and present doesn’t offer grounds for a declaration of hope. Nor is there a strange new world waiting that meets the standards of our precarious dreams.
Yet I dream, hope and pray —
- For each graduate’s stamina, and my commitment to being present in their lives
- For openness to others, and other ways of living in this world
- For faith to triumph over despair, disbelief, scorn and disappointment
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 5 June 2019
Photo taken by DAFraser, 2008 at the Tyler Arboretum near Philadelphia; our granddaughters were 8 years old.