DAWNING - A POEM TO COMMEMORATE THE ELECTION OF BARACK OBAMA

DAWNING

In a cold place, some warmth.
In a dark place, a glimmer of light.
In a time of takers, in a new world of pariahs’s, an arrival of illumination.
In a room with 13 tables, arguments, passions, quill pens, and courage.

In a field of others dreams, the nightmares of rope and chains.
In the sun, no shade, in the winter, pain and longing.
In a lanky, lovely, lonely man, a spark of humanity that becomes a bonfire of revolution, maiming brothers, splitting rivers, dividing reason, then healing wounds with soft touch and hard loving.

Four score and then some later, self aware, the sunlight beckons us towards noon.
Dark forces evolve, rise up, are met, then lay down.
Science is unleashed on the world, and the spectacle of man’s leap into forever almost blinds ua.

In times of turmoil, a still voice is easiest to hear.
In a world of misunderstanding, a steady truth can meet any obstacle.
In a place of revolution, evolution.
In an eagle’s talon, an olive branch.

So much to think about at this moment.
This pushing, unyielding moment, calling us to a higher mind, a more perfect heart.
So much to think about with the sun in our eyes, the stars blocked out.
Still we know they are there.

If a moment can be captured, let us set it free.
If an idea can catch fire, let’s help it to burn a steady truth.
If a nation can come together to better itself, let us in earnest begin this process.
For we are a nation of process.
Let us now join together to begin a new process.
The process of becoming, the process of forgiving, the process of unfolding, the process of dawning.



Rick S. Mordecon