We drove 1400 miles listening to The Five Presidents
by Clint Hill and my life from birth to young adult
into marriage and the birth of my first child floated
before me with keystone moments like the Bay of Pigs,
fears of nuclear war, assassinations of President Kennedy,
Dr. Martin Luther King, and Robert Kennedy brought me back
to the images on our black and white television
as these deaths entered our home and the terror and chaos
in the streets as the struggle for civil rights
and women’s rights became conscious pursuits, and Vietnam
took our young men and squandered our hopes and dreams
as lies and deceit shattered the trust in the highest office
of the land and our president resigned in disgrace. And then
I thought, we were born for this moment in time.
We have been prepared all these years and failed to recognize
the life training that summoned us to meet this moment,
this day, this dance of light and dark that asks us to believe
in the beauty of life, the profound nature of trees and birds
and oceans, to claim our birth into the freedom of all things,
the oneness of all life, the consequences of all thought
and action. It is here for us to hold, to enfold, to be.
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