To my Irishman, St Paddy’s Day

In memory of WEM. (1941-2011) son of a Colorado coal miner, brother to four Veterans (3 WWII), father to two, husband to two, man of Parkinson’s disease

a rewrite

A Prose Poem. Be kind to those in diverse places.

3/17/2019


Be kind to those in diverse places.

In the temple the church the ashram the mosque.

We are One in love. And in sorrow. And tragedy.

Our pathos reaches worldwide in this cultural moment

The paths of Oneness are many.


The color of our skin is a beautiful thing.

Go deep into our beauty.

If our whiteness or blackness of skin of color is abused,

our humanity is reduced.

We are One, embracing, ever color-blind.

In the ashram, in the church, in the temple, in the mosque.

Maya said, ‘more alike, than unalike.’

We always connect in kindness. And love.


They say this cultural moment is a turning point.

Powerful figures dictate and fail, choosing mandates of

to abuse, scare, untruths,

We all feel this moment, corner to corner.

“Our president is not even worth impeaching.”

We may not be who We THINK we are, or who WE WERE.


The wise and holy ones say — hold a moral compass to life

Be a moral, passionate people — seeking, striving —

Uplifting each other. Comforting the existential pain–in diverse places.

In song. In prayer. In harmony.


Natural elements of air, water, sand, mountain may not be the same either.

A bomb cyclone (bombogenesis) touched down here:

In Colorado, this week with:

hurricane force winds whirling snow dust storms into the high country,

dropping in barometric pressure to sea level, unrooting sacred old trees,

we thought — the sky was falling.

whiteout whiteout whiteout

will it touch down in your place?

A godless change in raucous weather is present

shaking, darkening our small communities.

The earth unleashed its anger. Sea to mountaintop.


We saw our vulnerabilities.

We felt our mortality.

We saw people stuck. 

Stuck in snow drifts, mountain passes, narrow highways,

And, we saw the 100-mile stretch ahead.

While we waited in darkness, for the light.

**Be kind to those in diverse places.

That matters.

(c) 2019 nancy vorkink machin

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