I can’t heal the world, not on my own. Can’t heal America, can’t do much beyond my own limited vision.
I’ve seen the wave, the one that comes from:
- People in positions of power. Gathering together, they crest “No, we won’t.” And then roll away.
- The sheltering night. Removing symbols of hatred, knowing history is not forgotten, but enriched.
- The light of day. Behind the Deli counter, hands folded, back strong, she meets arrogant privilege with dignity.
Their cool balance calls me to speak up.
Her family needs that job.
We need her Family.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2017)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (08/17/2017): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that heals America. Difficult and idealistic, I know. Think about building bonds of trust or stories of friendship. It could be a positive story about America. Bonus points for hugging a cat
3 thoughts on “Meditation with a Purring Cat”
So well said and powerful! You are a good writer, Liz. Thanks for this post.
Pingback: Stories to Heal America « Carrot Ranch Literary Community
Yes, we do need her family! Everyone makes a difference.
LikeLiked by 1 person