Monday, June 08, 2020

Hurt rechannelled, does not diminish pain

Memories blur into bulleted points, mere talking points; convenience headlined, droned pompously, lest we forget. Sharp, vivid, yet inaccurate; skewed to narrative wiles. Harnessed, impassioned; gongs are ringing, sounding for change. That rhythm and beat familiar, yet lost in cacophonous, nuanced, familiar repetition.

Where one broods in comfort and convenience; another bleeds despair. Can light, bright and searing, be felt, whilst conditioned by the jaded dread of blistering, cold indifference? When far removed from cause and root, visual screams and the guttural visage of carnage, does one cower, shell-shocked, numb, or savour silence in privilege.

Plans ought form into bulleted points, kindness shared, form talking points. Plights headlined, for just-actions, championed, lest we forget. For the cries are not lost in the ocean of sorrows. Though courage is needed. Truth does not free. Duty calls, egos be humbled, to stand for others - a plight primeval - as a steward of life in the face of danger and not as war-influencer in the temptation of spoils.

Blessed is one, who can choose where they stand, few can say they share the privilege. Heavy the heart, head and hands that carry the cause, for to seek the end, is to nurse one's enemies, raise their children, tend their wounds and walk the mile with those who'd wronged them. When purse and coin are invested in hospitals and gardens of the mind; when budgets for strife and conflict are unequivocally redirected to disaster relief and infrastructure, we know the tides have turned.

Know free-will, it is, that directs bulleted points; where values fostered and shared, remain common threads that bind. Farming tools need edges too, yet to smelt all plowshares for swords, may be to lose ourselves to the ravenous lone wolf that plagues a village. In blind rage, all is lost. Civility, logic, and calm, may reduce the monster in the woods to the one animal in need of redress. Be firm, but kind, in all matters to be handled. Yet in the better times to come, let not vigilance fade, lest we forget.

Each village scourge tackled, undoubtedly fosters capabilities, draws mind and hearts closer. There will come time when we are done standing against the common foe, will we wait till then to pledge to stand for common goals? Or is it too much to ask that we stand up now and call out that which we know cannot be allowed to propagate, lest common decency be lost, and destruction thrives.