A 5th of November Lament



A fifth of November lament

The United States stands once again a 'house divided'.

Waiting in the balance

A high wire 

1, 2, 3, 4...

Upon arrival to the other side,

what will this election have left behind in it's wake?

Underneath it's rubble, will we hear the muffled voices?

Will arms reach down to lift up?

Will arms reach up to receive?

Make no mistake,

We deserve no parade.

The hurt is immense.

Our own words have wounded us.

Our burdens of the past haunt us,

Our anxieties for the future halt us.

Our fear of each other will bury us.

Is now the time we turn and look each other in the eye?

Who will save us from ourselves? 

Christ have mercy.


*illustration by Scott Erickson



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