I saw a show about Mission bells where a priest said “Silver makes them sing” so swiftly there I bring my sorrow and begged the bells a song to borrow. My voice, long gone ‘came mended by the metal and the sweetness of its singing ringing bringing out the shouts of joy now piercing through the sky as I cry “thanks be to God!” ...my hopeful hallelujah
I avoid politics like the people in The Village avoided the world. Do you remember that movie? With the strange-talking people dressed in superstitious colors hiding from imaginary monsters of their own design. The twist wasn't that they lived hidden in the modern world, but that they made reality out of a coping mechanism. Clinging to an idealized past. They willfully chose to live in a fake world less painful than the world outside. And the world outside with its #metoo and kids with guns is no different than theirs. I don't want it to be real anymore. I turn off the news before it begins and don the color coat that won't get me killed.