Her Very Sorrow

Joseph Hesch is a very talented poet I follow on WordPress because he so frequently expresses what my soul feels but my brain can’t find the words to express. Here is a poem that grabbed me. Please click on the link below, and maybe grab a tissue.

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  1. I guess he is talking about the image of the child separated from its parents because of the current US immigration policy. I wholeheartedly agree with the lines “If I, in jest, made light of her plight,” and I apply that to almost anything of which we can think whether it is a human being or an animal, a bird, a fish, an insect, that is suffering.

    As to the wider question of this particular child, that’s part of a bigger picture – about fortress USA and fortress Europe, and fortress anywhere that has the privilege of a comparatively easy life on this spinning ball.

    It’s good to feel for the child. Of course. But there is more to it. It needs to be addressed.

    I am not going to criticise the poet for pointing out the pain he feels, anything but. It’s a worthy expression. But, is a velvet glove that much more tender in the end? Yes, of course it is.

    But still, at some point we have turned away from the pain of those outside the fortress, of those over the fence.

    Every day we balance our feelings and find our equilibrium between the haves and the have nots.

    I don’t want to pretend to myself that I am the humblest of creatures who would share his last crust with a stranger.

    Actually, I would. It would be easier. To be down to my last crust would make it an easier decision. Then there would be almost nothing to hold on to.

    But all this privilege that goes with being on this side of the fence. Would I give up a lot of it to share, not with one stranger but many, many strangers? Because that is what is happening. People are clamouring at the gates and we inside are wracked with guilt and resentment.

    We in the UK give huge amounts of charity to people abroad. When RedNoseDay comes around and the TV presenters ask for money, we give – millions. Every year. I give. My wife gives – she gives a lot.

    Why don’t we collectively share our last crust and give half of everything we have to those beyond the fence.

    But we don’t. And we don’t all say – come, come, share – what is mine is yours.

    Tell me I am wrong – tell me that if a vote was taken tomorrow that people would open the gates.

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    • I share your struggle, David. I definitely lean towards sharing what I have in the name of equality of privilege and opportunity but I don’t know how far I would go to give up all that I hold dear. Thank you for sharing your honest and articulate thoughts.

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  2. My therapist heart really identified with the poem. Then reading David’s post challenged me to not get stuck in my feelings, but to do something.
    As I learned in my social work training, giving money is not always the best answer. Somehow empowering those in need will affect the most change.

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    • From what I am seeing on TV, it seems that so many, many people are becoming involved to make a difference in whatever way they can. I have to tell myself that God gave each of us different talents and I can feel confident that there are people to do those things that I am not suited for nor have the energy for. I need to do what I can, however. Thanks for your thoughtful response, Joanne. It brings me hope to know that you and I are holding hands as we fight this evil.

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