September 2018 Poem

After Labor Day

A newsperson previews summer’s end;
this proclamation brings relief
and fear—the intense heat that was,
and a chill about to fall
upon an expanding national concern,

which reminds her of the violent years
that unleashed World War II.
And now, once again, she remembers:
how hard it is, not to hate hatred.

Her prayer escapes: “May I breathe
that divine and universal love,
away from those who whip their rage.
Let me not retreat
to a prison of discouragement.”

Gudrun Mouw (c)
September 6, 2018

2 Comments

  1. Perie Longo said:

    Dear Gudrun,
    You have lived the ravages of hatred and evil that strangled your childhood and a whole generation. And here we are again. It seems every generation has to relearn what almost destroyed humanity. May we not be discouraged but find hope in the space between the poet’s words. Thank you!

    October 6, 2018
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  2. Abhaya Kathleen Clark said:

    Thank you. Upon reading your words, I again choose to breathe that divine Love, for a have no intention to return to that “prison of discouragement.”

    October 8, 2018
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