It can be easy to see the division, and to see the storm on the horizon as a catastrophe, as something that will break us. Didn't we all see this coming? Didn't we feel it in our bones long before it came? This time we have a real chance to start fixing it.
The Shape of Summer
Windswept vistas carry colors
A heart breaks across the horizon
Division given and offense taken
With justice left bleeding in the dust
You can hear the thunder rumbling
See that first bolt out of the blue
Arcing slowly splintering brightly
Carving out that ozone hue
You mind the gaps
But you are mindless of the canyons
Of the great wastes and reaching rocks
Tumultuous rivers of poison deadly
Deep places you dare not touch
Rocks still painted with the blood
Roots still stained with crimson sins
So far in the past but still chasing us in the wind
That shadow looms large
That dust-bowl
We watch that storm within us turn without
We take a breath
What a privilege
As we stand against this precipice
With vertigo and knocking knees
So many lost along the way
This Summer bleeds against my skin
It suffocates, it pulls me
In and under, a labyrinth
Of dunes and crags and badlands
Nothing good can grow from this
We struggle tangled in the tainted roots
These foundations are not built on stone
But hate and backs torn up with blood
These sins aren't ours
But we cannot drown out the echoes
These deeds are dead
But we still feel every one
Season after season they bring the rain
The flood that feeds unholy truths
Prejudice and ignorance spiral down
And up comes hot air from the ground
You can put the memory down
But Summer rains will always come
Shadows stalk on somber ground
There will, there must, come a flood
And when the rains have ebbed
And the waters have receded
The dry spell will begin
And the Summer heat will be beating
One spark is all that it might take
One stubborn wisp of mirage-flame
One act of violence done with hate
One more son set in the ground
Season after season we till this field
We spill this blood, we cry these tears
Perhaps it is time to look within
To search beneath, to uproot sin
Let the wind guide us into those caves
To seek what monsters still remain
To smite the shadow that holds us fast
And undo the curse upon this land
Let the shape of Summer be reborn
And the wind sing out a brand new song
Let the storm of justice soak this world
And bring a bounty for the Fall
Each of us has a responsibility to get down there in the muck and mire of our own hearts and of our systems and our history, to uproot the evil that prevents justice and equality. You want a bountiful harvest, you have to plant seeds. We cannot let hatred, racism or authoritarianism become our legacy after all this time fighting.
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