Listen Kids. We’ve been going hard at it now for the past few months all about writing theory, types of writing, how to write, what to write, and on and on and on and on…
Today is the last Thursday before the election and it has been a crazy past few months. To that end, I would like to offer you a little bit more of the Beautiful portion of The Beautiful Stuff.
There are no exercises to do, no work-in-progress to compare and tweak.
No Bullet Lists
Just a poem or two I wrote while camped out in the Rocky Mountains for a few days, re-evaluating my writing and, in part, my life.
I hope you find repose in the next week or two. I hope you weigh what is good, and just, and right for all of our citizens. I hope you vote with the conscience of someone who cares for their fellow human beings and all of our quality of life. I hope you vote.
When it’s done I hope you can let the last few years of hatred and divisiveness go. Put it down. Reach across the chasm that was created by small-minded men seeking to destroy unity and human decency. Those who grew their power by pitting us against one another.
I hope you can find rest. I hope you can find beauty. I hope you find your voice and you use it to stand up against injustice, stand up for your fellow human beings, and stand together against hatred.
Here it is. Poetry
More Gravel Than Gold
I hope that heaven’s streets,
are more gravel than gold.
That the armaments are granite peaks
and the angels’ song,
I hope that heaven’s throng is more full
of friends than the righteous.
That the memories of Grandma’s hands
will be photos regained in focus.
I hope that heaven is made of home
more porch swing and creek than opulent spire.
That they’re waiting to hear my tires in the driveway
and they’ll rush out with soapy hands
and how was the drive?
I hope that heaven’s streets
are more gravel than gold
And we’ll meet there together
on the porch, beside the hush of river,
telling tales of the journey in.