Rebuke Sadness With Perspective

In sad times, I recall King’s harassment Stabbed at a book-signing in NYC (Did they tell us King refused prosecution?) Now, let us not forget Bonhoeffer Young Dietrich in Nazi Germany, forewent His fiancee’s company to work underground Even returned from USA only to be nabbed … Executed by Hitler days before Allied victory! In the vast riches of my Being There is a sacred mountain range In one broad swath of Space Is the most verdant pine forest Interspersed with cedars and the occasional oak Yet the unity, the Consciousness, the Life Seems eternal, peaceful, safe, even NOW As I breathe deeply, the tears roll down my face In one whisper all the swaying branches speak: Don’t cut me, don’t burn me, for YOUR sake The corner of sky is cerulean blue Then a wispy cloud – thought: I must write – passers by I do not attend. I hover between Being and Form In my saddest times, I have more means To defend myself than trees and forests Than the humble turtle, rumbunctious rhino, Elegant elephant, or Palestine Molerat ... they may go the way of passenger pigeon and dodo While I choose perspective over doldrums