By Amy Marchand Collins
Wouldn’t it be fun
If instead of mud-slinging,
People and politics were more about light-flinging?
What needs to seen?
What’s there to be healed?
Instead of lobbing bombs or bullets
We could shine the light of compassion
Where were you bullied?
How were you oppressed?
Rather than cut people down, dragging them through the mud
Let’s lift them up
Like a snowball fight,
Each landed “shot” leaving us that much warmer, safer, clearer, whole
Turn up the light. All the way up.
And drag the old stained mattresses and cupboards and hiding places we have used,
Thinking ourselves or others unworthy of this light
Drag it all outside
Put it on the lawn
Like the contents of a house after a flood.
Let the antiseptic sunlight into every crevice and corner
To dry and heal and strengthen
Let’s salvage what is good
Let’s toss what no longer works
The foundation is strong.
Let’s rebuild a more perfect union
This one founded on love and light and dedicated not just to the principle of equality and justice for all,
But to making that a reality
For Everyone.
But first things first
Fling Light!
