Here we all are,
out of patience,
Lives long spent in speed and ease,
with most desires seemly met and quickly,
The holiday mood has passed.
The walls close in.
Frustration and weariness,
a trance of loss and loneliness
enfold our endless hours.
We are told to take heart;
these are uncharted paths we follow now.
No people have ever suffered so!
and our nobility
will lead us safely home.
But is that true?
Have others not undertaken
the long haul,
burdened with lives and dreams,
Recall those drowned on riverbanks,
in crowded cities of flimsy tents,
Haven’t they also been confined,
waiting long years
for welcome and communion?
For us, the long-haul paths of desperation are overgrown
by needs fulfilled,
consumption quickened and satisfied,
if not discerned…
Not minding, for long, the misery
nor the atonement owed.
My friends, we need the long haul before us
to teach us again
we are one people
on this charmed, neglected earth,
where dreams, and their attainment,
belong to all or none.
So let us proceed,
alone, awakened, united,
on the long haul to healing,
renewed in love
and fueled by grace.