For Heather Heyer-Some words and some songs.
Some words and some song.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just words
I have seem the battle for equality. I was a sixties child. War were ending and racism was dying. I pray I don’t see the death of equality and freedom. So many would have die for no reason. This is very sad.
Our children are standing tall for equality. Our children are fighting for all men and women. Fighting for me and you. My generation had allowed the world to fall into chaos and the world to forget the word peace. My father told me. Allow no-one to look down at you. Today I pray. We learn. Every life had value. Rate a life by their deeds and actions. Not religion or the color of their skin. Hate is alive and well. Time to revive kindness, concern and the song of peace. Need a billion person demonstration. Stop the terror, stop the hate. One people and one world my friend.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches
“An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
“Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.”
― Albert Einstein
“When Great Trees Fall
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
― Maya Angelou
Please don’t forget Heather Heyer. Please don’t forget the college kids and demonstrator. People who walked the walk. Are honored people. My Grandfather walked with Martin Luther King Jr. in Detroit. You can be an observer of our world or be part of this world. I need to walk the walk my friend? Will you allow our world to fall to hate?
John Castellenas/Coyote
Thanks John, just what i needed to be reminded of
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13 August. Many places(Cities) stood together as one for Heather. If we don’t stand and fight for freedom, equal rights and fair treatment. It will be forgotten. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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beautiful post, john –
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I worry for my world. Maybe we need to slow down and pay attention. Thank you dear friend. Maybe one day. We can walk for peace and equality in Ann Arbor.
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