By Ron Faust
Every time a protester tells why he crossed the line The prosecutor counters, “Irrelevant” When in fact the accusation of “Trespassing” Trivializes the question of relevant existence
When does trespassing infringe on civil rights To speak up against an action harmful to another? Does the trespassing charge match the seriousness Of a nuclear risk to eliminate the human race? Trespassing is the intervention needed to reset A path of priorities, disaster, and conflict Civil disobedience is a tool to correct moral wrongs It confronts the status quo’s propensity for violence.
4/21/22 (On occasion of facing trespass charges when the law fails to listen and dismisses the motivation for higher values)
The Great Divide
Some voices in Congress have had enough Of the rampant hate rhetoric and toxic environment In which members defend their right to free speech Yet miscalculate their right to do violence Two different sides to every question Does not mean that each side is of equal value If one side is grounded in hate, the other respect One hating another who wants a forum for discussionThere can be a Great Divide with two sets of people Whereby one set prioritizes basic survival needs While the other goes to higher needs of respect Going beyond the surface, striving for authenticity One problem is we are used to binary thinking Forming clubs, teams, sides against the opposition The them-us sides may violently result in civil wars Another answer is to reach for higher values of love.
4/19/22 (On occasion when Mallory McMorrow, MI Democrat Senator and mom, spoke out against the hate rhetoric of a GOP attack falsely accusing her of pedophile behavior with her daughter)
On Earth Day
Grandfather Great Spirit, I see you in the light of kindred faces Passing my steps on this Planet Earth I notice some faces shining with kindness Grounded in steps honoring Mother Earth You Grandfather Kind Spirit are alive In the gentle wind vibrating the green grasses Teach us to walk the tender Earth With a loving care for its well being.
4/22/22 (On occasion to honor my Grandfather, James Minnick, for his renewable kindness, not to dig up fossil fuels)
A timid tear Wets my eye Making a bead drip From my face
For a dying earth For a bombed Ukraine For a mass shooting For a pandemic victim For rain on Easter For disappointment For friends gone
Oceanic grief Fills the pool of despair Evaporates in the clouds Regenerates the soil Growing something green Becoming resurrected
Grief touches love Exhilarating and sad Growing into new life A warm memory of loss Eternal life springs on Rising from laughing daffodils Everywhere bright and yellow.
4/17/22 (On occasion of mixed tears passing during Easter after the previous planting of beautiful daffodils all around the yard)