The eagle flies alone and cuts through the wind
He soars above the storm and stares at the sun
The butterfly finds rest in a sheltered space
When the air is calm he resumes his pace
Salmon swim upstream to spawn
His entire life an upward battle home
For future increase of his own
He fears not the current’s force
A million causes my mind detects
To articulate in eloquent dialect
How better when I stand my ground
And not succumb to haunting sounds
Sometimes its when the voice is stilled
We learn how vehement words can kill
You won’t see me at the protest marches
Rioting or throwing torches
But be assured I fight the fight
On my knees as I face the light
Give mercy and if they don’t like what I say
They’ll know I protest when I walk the other way
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‘They’ll know I protest when I walk the other way’ – this is very poignant. Sometimes turning the other cheek is the most powerful form of protest.
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Sometimes its when the voice is stilled
We learn how vehement words can kill
I loved this – it’s so true.
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I really like your perspective, Mary. You are right. Sometimes it is better not to jump on a bandwagon on its way over the cliff! I liked this line:
How better when I stand my ground
And not succumb to haunting sounds
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Good observations in these lines:
“You won’t see me at the protest marches
Rioting or throwing torches
But be assured I fight the fight
On my knees as I face the light”
I am also going to fight by voting for Donald Trump, even though I am a registered Democrat, in November.
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Thank you Frank! I am registered as independent, but honestly, i have never voted democrat. As humanly imperfect as they all are, no exceptions, I just can’t do it any other way! Too much goes on behind the scenes we never see.
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“Not succumb to the haunting sounds” … and heaven knows the haunting sounds are force fed to us daily by the media. It’s hard to hang on to common sense and ferret out truth from fiction. This is a great write, Mary. Let us all face the light!
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Thank you Beverly!
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“Sometimes its when the voice is stilled
We learn how vehement words can kill”
Perfectly articulated, Mary, and so meaningful on so many levels. Facing the light on our knees is where our power lies. So beautifully true 🙂
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Thank you Dora!
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You’re welcome.
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Words aren’t enough to describe how elegantly potent this poem is Mary! I especially admire; “But be assured I fight the fight/on my knees as I face the light.” Yes! 💝
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Thank you so much for this comment. It means more than You know.
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Protest and fight for the things that you value in your own way. I commend you for this!
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Thank you Grace!
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I would not go to protests either… (and not to rallies)… there are so many more ways to make your voice heard.
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Yes there are! Thank you Bjorn!
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