Love Letter

New semester turmoil to a teacher,
holding onto the past while the future is barreling toward you.
Walk the path,
teacher of wisdom,
make it be enough in all things.

Remember that any year in which the poor receive good news,
the captives are released,
the sick are healed,
and the oppressed are cared for,
is acceptable and holy.
Still waiting.

Kernel of hope unfolding,
our vulnerability defines our humanity.
We are all babies in cages,
people dying from indifference and greed;
the day dawns cold and wet and we cry tears of if-onlys.
To-dos crowd out the muse;
living as a love letter to the world.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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