The World’s Oldest Addiction

Prayer Circle

This isn’t about politics

But, with humans:

Having power over others
And being corrupted by it
Are virtually synonyms

We must refuse power at first
Or, like any other addiction,
It will consume us

For when we try to control others
We lose control of ourselves

For it is only
In embracing powerlessness over others
That we find:

Empathy

Morality

Salvation

True humanity

Anna Remembers

mourning

She felt a tear form in her eye –

For those she’d known in days gone by

When she was young and hale and strong

And when the future still seemed long

For now her days are fraught with ache

With muscles frail and bones that break

Back then, though, she was young and free

And wasted not her liberty

She danced once on a show’r of stars

To music from Cuban guitars

In old Havana long ago

A man her family didn’t know

They ran and laughed until it hurt

She placed her hand upon his shirt

Then felt her lover’s warm embrace —

All as that tear rolls down her face