At Poets & Storytellers’ Wednesday Scribblings, Rosemary has asked us to write something using a phrase from Mary Oliver’s beautiful poem “Landscape”. I was struck by the phrase “the doors to my heart”. Certainly this past week, the doors to my heart were opened wide --- once in deep sorrow to see the unbelievable happenings in my America, and again in unfathomable joy at the birth of my great granddaughter It was a day of contrasts.
A DAY IN JANUARY
On the East coast, an angry throng gathered at the behest of their leader, who fanned the flames of their discontent with untruths and treasonous rhetoric. I’ll walk with you”, he said, as he encouraged them to storm the seat of our government and disrupt the process of democracy. Instead, he retired to a safe room where he watched on television the chaos he had wrought, as the very halls of the Capitol were filled with destructive, ransacking hoodlums, and a nation looked on in horror and dismay.
Meanwhile, in stark contrast, on the West coast a wee tiny baby girl struggled her way into a troubled world. Downy cap of black hair, bright eyes and button nose, rosebud mouth, ten perfect fingers, ten perfect toes, and tiny ears, delicate and fragile as sea shells in ocean depths, she was born to young parents who looked on her with joy, pride, and immeasurable love, and an extended family who rejoiced with them.
They named her Margo, child of light. May her light so shine.