This poem is an adaptation of one that I originally wrote in May of this year titled “Let It Rain”. This second version was sadly born of the recent Pulse Nightclub tragedy in Orlando, Florida, a town I grew up in and live near today. Like millions of others around the world I’ve been reeling with emotions regarding the horrifying event. To deal with those emotions I felt compelled to write and started several different essays, eventually tearing each one up, feeling my words could never say enough to do justice to or pay tribute to the 49 beautiful souls gunned down and the 53 others injured by hate. Days passed and then while sitting in my home office listening to the “pulsing” water as it hit my roof on a rainy afternoon, these words arrived. May they be heard by our hearts. May they be of benefit. Peace and Love.
the choking sediment of hate
transported like pollen on incendiary winds,
the invisible film of separateness
coating traitorous hearts.
the marrow deep prejudices
the fear of that unknown, that foreign, that strange
those centuries old perceptions sewed into consciousness
by unconscious souls.
of limiting ideologies
the unholy lies we tell ourselves
our selfish denial of interdependence
our staunch proclamations of “them” and “us”.
that we might recognize the pulse of all humanity
as our own
and save our world.