Farewell for a While

Dear friends,

I will be dropping off of the internet for the next month or so, but I am not dropping out of the struggle to create a just, merciful, harmonious and sustainable nation and world.   I am taking the next month to improve my ability to contribute to the struggle, as I will describe below. 

The quote from Gus Speth that I have included here is central to my understanding of what we need in order to survive our current polycrisis and emerge into a healthier civilization.  It also is central to my calling as a poet and spiritual writer, contributing to inner and world transformation.  Part of that work is promoting “the emerging ethic of the environment” and “the old ethic of love of neighbor,” with the recognition that everyone and everything on earth is our neighbor, explicitly opposing exploitation or oppression.

Gus says that to make the transition to a new society we need a new consciousness.  He has identified six ingredients to make that change:

1. raising awareness of the unfolding calamity;
2. cultivating wise leaders;
3. articulating a new narrative and positive vision;
4. building a unified social justice and environmental movement;
5. putting out effective social marketing; and,
6. developing models of a new way of living.

We each can contribute to one or more of these.  I am excited to be part of it, but I need to add a precursor in order to be most effective, which is pursuing my own new consciousness and reorientation of life. 

The word for this in my spiritual tradition is “metanoia,” an ancient Greek word that means to move beyond where the heart, mind and spirit have been to a greater level, or as the spiritual teacher, Mark Kutolowski, puts it, to expand the vision of the heart. 

I will be spending the next month or so in retreat with Mark at Metanoia of Vermont, a lay Catholic homestead and community that he and his wife, Lisa, founded.  The mission of Metanoia is to help people grow in lives of prayer, contemplation and care of the land.  Mark is a trained teacher of Centering Prayer and a spiritual director.  He will be accompanying me through the Ignatian Spiritual Exercises, a retreat experience that I hope will be a path of metanoia.

I can’t know where this path will lead other than into the place we each have within us where we meet the spirit of life that flows through all the earth and makes us one.  The way I understand it, that spirit sparked life into being and inspired every step of evolution, so it must still want life to survive and thrive.  I believe that if we each listen to that spirit’s guidance and let it lead us, we will find a way to contribute to its evolutionary cause—we will discover the individual contributions we each can make to help create the major cultural change that we now need.

That’s what I hope I will be doing over the coming month— practicing listening for that spirit and letting it lead me.  Thank you for your part, however the spirit moves you!  I’m with you all the way.

Peace, joy and love,
Tom

Poem of the Week 4/4/25 “We Can Be Sure That Love”

Here is the Poem of the Week, written on April 2nd. Our nation’s government was admittedly flawed before January 20, 2025. Forces of greed held us back from closing the obscene income gap, from legislating a livable wage, from reversing climate and other environmental catastrophes and making the super-rich pay taxes as a form of paying back what they have stolen from the poor, the middle class and future generations of life on earth.

Yet we can now see how much love shaped our government. It’s really extraordinary if you think about it. Our love was compromised, but it was there in our care for the poor–food programs and heat assistance and medicaid and more.

We loved our elders enough to provide social security and medicare. We loved humanity enough to do research to safeguard our health and heal disease.

We loved the earth and all interconnected life enough to regulate, however insufficiently, the polluters and extractors and abusers of the earth, and to fund the scientific research that gave us needed information about our impact and learn how to live on earth harmoniously and sustainably.

We loved our neighbors around the globe enough to offer at least some help when they were suffering, and enough to try to prevent wars and cooperate on global economic and all other kinds of well being.

We loved our neighbors enough to make sure they could have the right to think and speak and vote, at the same time as limiting freedom responsibly, just enough to protect everyone from harmful actions.

I could go on and on–so much love!

And now that imperfect but virtuous government is being torn down to the ground, and will love guide those who are doing the destruction as they govern? Will they create a more loving government for all? We may not know what is coming, but we do know, because history and personal experience have proven it, that love is the highest power on earth. We can be sure that love will rise again.

“Such Places” A Stealth Sonnet, 3/26/25

The text of the poem is below. This is a first draft, first take production. I am preparing books where each poem has been through many drafts, which is my inclination, but those could take years to be published. I feel compelled to share some of my daily poems each week because they speak to this time we are going through together. These words are coming straight from my heart in this moment, and I hope they provide some kind of gift to your heart. They help me to write. I hope they help you to read. And we sure need help, don’t we? This poem is about one place I find it.

Such Places

I climb this hill each day
for sanity. It’s keeping me
alive as so much
dies. I find great comfort
in this massive tree that
has survived somehow,
by storms made wise.
I’m also humbled by
the many signs of fellow creatures,
up here to survive. Tossed leaves,
dense tracks, their hungers’
zig-zag lines. We share this path.
I’m glad we’re all alive.
I’m glad that underneath
the snow-packed leaves the deer
and turkey find some
nuts and seeds.
I’m glad I find
within this mind that grieves
the deeper calm and wisdom
our world needs. All
plants and animals
will soon be dead
unless
such places fill our
heart and head.

3/26/25

Five Holy Week and Second Sunday of Easter Hymns

Please let me know if you would like to use one or more of these and I will send you the words embedded in the music.

I Am with You Forever More
tune: CONSOLATION (Southern Harmony) C.M.D.
(Tune of "My Shepherd Is the Living God" in the New Century Hymnal)
text: Matthew 28:20; John 14-17
Holy Week
For a copy of the hymn set in the music email rev.thomas.cary.kinder@gmail.com

I am with you forever more
Until the end of ends.
I dwell within your spirit’s core
And you in mine, my friends.
The bread we break, the cup we share,
Together or apart,
Remind us of the love we bear,
United heart to heart.

Where I am you will always be,
Where you are, there am I.
Believe in God, believe in me,
In what will never die.
Abide in love as God commands
And you will dwell in grace.
God’s mansion spans all time and lands.
We always share that place.

I leave, but give you now my peace.
You need not ever fear.
My care for you will never cease.
My help is always near.
I leave, but offer you this Way
So we may never part:
My love in all you do and say,
My heart within your heart.

copyright 2013 Thomas Cary Kinder


Christ Taught Us Love for All the Earth
tune: CONDITOR ALME L.M.
(Tune of "Creator of the Stars of Night" or "O Loving Founder of the Stars")
Holy Week
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Christ taught us love for all the earth,
All people one, all equal worth.
Hear sorrow in his dying voice
To watch us fail to make love’s choice.

Earth may be saved if we change now.
Christ’s life and death have shown us how.
Let go of self, let power and wealth
Be ruled by love to serve earth’s health.

Christ is the way by any name.
All schools of wisdom say the same:
Compassion, love, heart open wide
To let the Spirit be our guide.

Choose emptiness, Christ on his cross.
We gain his heart and mind through loss.
Earth’s oneness rises through that choice,
The joy of new life in our voice.

copyright 2020 Thomas Cary Kinder


Again, Christ’s Love Is Crucified
tune: Duke Street L.M.
(Tune of "Jesus Shall Reign")
or Kedron L.M.
(Tune of "God Marked a Line" or "Sunset to Sunrise Changes Now")
text: John 20:19-23
Second Sunday of Easter or Good Friday
For a copy of the hymn set in the music email rev.thomas.cary.kinder@gmail.com

Again, Christ’s love is crucified.
Hope gone, our hearts turn here to hide.
It could be any century
In any church community.

On that first Easter they hid here:
Outside, injustice; inside, fear.
Here later, seeking civil rights,
We sang for courage through such nights.

We gather now within these walls,
Hearts praying Christ will hear our calls:
Come change this world before too late;
Convert to love fierce greed and hate.

Oh lost, confused community,
Oppressed and yearning to be free,
When fear has walled you in once more,
Remember Christ faced walls before.

Christ passes through doors locked for fear
And new communities appear,
New joy, new peace, new Spirit’s force,
Sent out to change the future’s course.

Through centuries, as each church turned
To hide from threats, again we learned
Christ enters hearts where hope has died.
All change we seek starts here inside.

copyright 2010 Thomas Cary Kinder


For Freedom Christ Has Set Us Free
tune: Duke Street L.M.
(Tune of "Jesus Shall Reign")
text: Galatians 5, John 20:19-31
Second Sunday of Easter
For a copy of the hymn set in the music email rev.thomas.cary.kinder@gmail.com

For freedom Christ has set us free
To lead the world to liberty.
Where fear or grief have held us fast
Christ comes and frees us from the past.

When we feel trapped, unsure or lost,
When freedom’s threshold lies uncrossed,
Christ breathes the Spirit, calms our mind,
Sends us to serve earth unconfined.

No threat of death or fear of pain
Can hold with its enslaving chain.
Christ breaks death’s fear-locked door apart,
Pain turns to joy and peace of heart.

Faith opens us so we receive
The power to leave the place we grieve.
The Spirit guides us, makes us strong,
Frees us to free a world gone wrong.

Christ makes a way out of no way.
Where we are now we need not stay.
No past or future force can hold
Our freeing love that Christ makes bold.

copyright 2013, 2019 Thomas Cary Kinder



Attachment to Desires
tune: St. Michael S.M.
(Tune of "O Day of God Draw Nigh")
text: John 20:19-31
Second Sunday of Easter
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Attachment to desires
Is what first locks our door,
And then the fears desire inspires
Will bar it even more.

Disciples feared arrest,
Desiring not to die,
And so they hid, confused, distressed,
And let God’s need pass by.

What fear now makes us hide
And locks our heart up fast?
What gifts are wasting here inside
As needs to serve flow past?

Our doors and windows tight,
Our yearnings clenched within,
Serve stifling darkness more than light.
Fear lets the darkness win.

But Christ comes through that wall,
Calms fears and clears our doubt,
Gives power to serve as need may call,
Gives peace, and sends us out.

New resurrection lifts
God’s light from its dark tombs,
As by Christ’s power the Spirit’s gifts
Are freed from our locked rooms.

copyright 2010, 2019 Thomas Cary Kinder





Poem of the Week, 3/28/25, a Hai-net

Here’s the Poem of the Week for March 28, 2025. It’s another hai-net, seven loosely linked sort-of haiku that take on some of the characteristics of a sonnet. I have several other poems from this week that I hope to share as well. The struggle of this time is calling forth all our voices. Right now it is crucial that we respond. Courage and love are indeed contagious. We have the power we need if we will use it! Please do!

“For Countless Generations” A Hymn

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For Countless Generations
Tune: Llangloffen 7.6.7.6.D.
(tune of “O God of Earth and Altar” and other hymns

For countless generations
Saints dreamed Christ’s reign of peace,
Love ruling hearts and nations,
Compassion without cease,
When laws of human kindness
Will overrule cruel greed,
And truth of oneness bind us
To serve all earthly need.

We gather here still willing
To dream like saints long past.
But time for its fulfilling
Has come to earth at last.
We hear the cries of science
And those who suffer wrong.
We rise with faith’s reliance.
Christ makes us wise and strong.

We rise to fill Christ’s vision,
To build God’s realm on earth.
No church has ever risen
To serve more urgent worth.
God’s power brings transformation
Like Christ’s baptismal dove.
It drives our generation
To give our lives for love.


copyright 2018 Thomas Cary Kinder

“Calm, Confident, Secure” A Spiritual Song for All Traditions

Calm, Confident, Secure
S.M. Tune: Trentham (tune of “Breathe on Me, Breath of God”)

Please let me know if you would like to use this spiritual song and I will send it to you embedded in the music. It is written in Short Meter.

Calm, confident, secure,
I welcome what is true,
In doubt or fear my steps are sure
Because I walk with you.

You are my golden thread,
Invisible but real,
Revealing hidden paths to tread.
I find your way by feel.

Some voices call me wrong,
And maybe they are right,
But I have chosen all along
To turn and seek your light.

Please show me my next move.
I open heart and hand
To feel what only faith can prove
And love can understand.

Your way may lead through pain,
Through danger, toil and snare,
A life of struggle, stress and strain,
Until I near despair.

But then amazing grace,
The peace your presence brings,
Transforms my lost or hardest place
And all my being sings.

8/7/14

Three Lenten Hymns

Please let me know if you would like to use one or more of these and I will send you the words embedded in the music.

God, This Wilderness Seems Trackless
tune: Wachet Auf 8.9.8.8.9.8.6.6.4.8.8.
Texts: Psalm 25:1-10; Matt. 4:1-11; Mark 1:12-13; Luke 4:1-13
The tune is the same as “Wake, Awake, for Night Is Falling”
For a copy of the hymn set in the music email rev.thomas.cary.kinder@gmail.com


God, this wilderness seems trackless,
Dark night of soul a starless blackness.
Wounds, wrongs and losses tempt despair.
All my stumbling steps betray doubt.
My flailing mind can find no way out.
At last I fall to humble prayer.
I quiet as I wait.
The swirling sands abate.
Faith, courage, love:
Like stars they rise. Light fills my eyes.
Christ shows the way, his truth makes wise.

Holy Spirit drives and leads me,
It teaches me, its angel feeds me
If I give God my will’s control.
Then when demons come attacking
And tempt with all that I feel lacking,
I turn to God and lift my soul.
Christ takes my outstretched hand.
He, too, has walked this sand.
He leads me through.
Strength to endure, faith’s steps made sure:
God’s steadfast love holds me secure.

Spirit leads to confrontation
With foes of soul and of Creation.
Christ leads us out to serve all earth.
Wilderness is our preparing
For paths of loving, healing, caring.
Dark nights of soul are throes of birth.
We reach the other side
Stripped of self-will and pride.
We rise, all God’s.
We follow on where Christ has gone
Down paths that lead to Easter dawn.

copyright 2009 Thomas Cary Kinder


The Wilderness Is Dark Tonight
tune: Woodworth L.M.
This is the tune of “Just As I Am”
For a copy of the hymn set in the music email rev.thomas.cary.kinder@gmail.com

The wilderness is dark tonight,
No path ahead, no star above,
No distant window throwing light
To guide me home to hope and love.

The Spirit’s dove first drove me here.
It left me then, alone and lost
In desert wastes of thirst and fear,
A land faith tells me must be crossed.

The Spirit asks I leave behind
The comforts I have craved and known,
It asks that I renew my mind,
A birth like death, my prayer, a groan.

A wilderness of stone and dust
Can tempt the strongest faith to doubt.
It strips my soul to one last trust:
God led me here, God will lead out.

O God of Moses, God of Christ,
I turn to you to find my way.
I offer all they sacrificed,
Your will the one will I obey.

For you, the smallest step I take,
For you, each work of word or hand,
And then night lifts, light comes, I wake
To find this is the Promised Land.

copyright 2013 Thomas Cary Kinder


Lent Insists That We Remember
tune: Calon Lân 8.7.8.7.D.
text: Genesis 1-3
This is one of the most popular hymn tunes in Wales. You can watch a spirited performance of it on YouTube at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYOxBncgmLQ
For a copy of the hymn set in the music email rev.thomas.cary.kinder@gmail.com


Lent insists that we remember
That this life is mortal dust.
All we are we must surrender,
All we have we hold in trust.
refrain:
Dust to dust, one day returning
What we borrowed at our birth.
And whose dust are we, whose yearning?
Dust of God and dust of earth.

Ours to love, and ours to steward,
Ours to move along its course,
Ours to speak our dust’s one true word
On behalf of our life source.
refrain

Born to serve like Christ, our teacher,
Called to tend this dust with care,
Serving God and every creature,
Tending waters, land and air.
refrain


copyright 2013 Thomas Cary Kinder

“Are You the One Who Is to Come?” A Hymn

Please let me know if you would like to use this hymn and I will send you the words embedded in music. I suggest Kingsfold as the tune.

Are you the one who is to come
To turn the world around?
To heal the blind, the deaf, the dumb,
Transform the lost to found?
Are you the one, or must we wait,
Still captive, lame or poor?
Will you confront the unjust state
Or must we suffer more?

Are you the one? What is your choice?
Soft robe or prophet stole?
God’s wilderness awaits your voice.
Will you fulfill your role?
Will you be one who will prepare
the way for Christ, like John?
Will you let Christ’s bold Spirit dare
To shine through you like dawn?

Are you the one, they once asked Christ.
Now Christ is asking you.
He loved, he served, he sacrificed.
What is it you will do?
Christ said, look how the blind now see,
They live who once were dead.
What captives will you work to free,
What world build here instead?

copyright 2013 Thomas Cary Kinder

“Even Short Scraggly Pines Whisper”

The poem text is below. It is a first draft written during the week of March 10, 2025. It is another hai-net, seven loosely linked strictly syllabic sort-of haiku that together have some of the characteristics of a sonnet. Please “use your voice, earthlings!”

even short scraggly
pines whisper heart longing songs
with gods breath in them

ravens on tall pines
sound alarms protest loudly
silence condemns us

yesterday the stream
sang joyful spring snowmelt songs
today ice is back

the old activist
sings out we shall overcome
dying in the wind

nevertheless she
persists a grouse hen gives all
to save what she loves

estonia rose
singing as one for freedom
beauty to die for

as long as earth breathes
wind will lift her song back up
use your voice earthlings

3/12/25

“The Worst Storm Rages”

The worst storm rages. The storm poem is a hai-net, seven loosely linked strictly syllabic sort-of haiku that together take on some of the characteristics of a sonnet. The natural storms are signs of collapse or instruments of collapse or warnings or even worse to come. The social storms are intentional attempts to bring down the whole house of our law-based democratic-republic and crush all opposition by any means, legal or illegal, ethical or unethical.

Shakespeare’s play King Lear is a tragedy, and the storms are overpowering, and yet heroic courage and humble love prove to be higher powers. Please be courageous, humble and loving and use your voice even as the storm rages and seems to carry the sound away. Please trust in higher power and do your part to serve it. Thank you!

“Speeding Blindly Toward Doom Down a Dangerous Road” Poem of the Week 3/10/25

The poem text is below.

Please honor the Tao or Spirit of creation and use your voice and actions courageously to build a wise and loving world.

Speeding Blindly Toward Doom Down a Dangerous Road

Out here, immersed in nature, we can see
inherent worth in worms and trees and birds.
We see as well our shared humanity,
despite our different views, behaviors, words…
so those who out of greed dehumanize
the poor they rob or all who block their way,
and who treat earth as if it is their prize
for being rich, so nature must obey,
sound stupid, dangerous, like utter fools
who lack the common sense of any child
who learns hot stoves will burn and other rules
of higher powers that must be reconciled.
Out here, we see our doom when we don’t know
to honor Tao on roads of mud or snow.

3/10/25

How to Thank Al Green

Thank you, Honorable Al Green,
Congressional Representative from Texas,
for daring to stand up and speak truth to power,
saying “You have no mandate to cut Medicaid,”
as you waved your cane at the president,
making what the Honorable John Lewis,
would call “Good trouble.”

Thank you to all who stood with Al Green
in that deep dark well of the House
where he was censured, all together
singing “We Shall Overcome”
not letting him stand alone,
not letting yourselves be silenced.

Thank you for an act of
nonviolent civil disobedience
for the sake of the millions who will suffer
because the Republican administration
and congressional budget
are cutting billions of dollars from
taking care of the poorest Americans
when they need help most,
when they are sick and cannot afford care.

The sickening question is,
why did every other congress person not
stand up and join the protest?
Why did they not feel sick themselves
over the suffering of the people they represent,
sick enough to demand
that the most vulnerable be protected
and the most greedy be denied?

And what about us?
When that suffering comes to us,
when it is someone we love who is sick
and cannot afford care,
or when we get cancer and the research
that could have saved our life
has been cut,
or when we are injured by a shoddy product
made by the richest in the world
because they intentionally destroyed
the government agencies
that protect the American people
from their own corporate irresponsibility,
or when we suffer because the health care
for the climate has been cut and storms
and fires and droughts and floods rage,
creating refugees with nowhere safe to go,
will we be thankful for the Honorable
People who have dared to stand up
and protest along the way?

If you want to thank the Honorable
Al Green, or those who are
taking to the streets and
speaking out wherever they can,
then join them.  Use your voice.
The more of us who do, the more
other people will wake up
to the suffering coming their way,
and do something about it.

The more you use your voice,
the more joy you will feel,
and the more you will overcome
those trying to keep you silent
out of fear, despair
or powerlessness.
We the people have the power,
and all we have to do
is use it and keep using it.

Thank you for choosing that joy!

“Ancient Taoist Poets Flight and Fight” Poem of the Week 3/5/25

The poem text is below.

This sonnet refers to ancient Taoist poets who fled their corrupt empire. I highly recommend David Hinton’s excellent book Mountain Home: The Wilderness Poetry of Ancient China. You can find a link for it below the poem text.

The ancient Taoist poets did take flight
from empire’s deadly storms to mountain’s peace.
That does not mean that they gave up the fight.
In truth, it made their influence increase
both there and then and through all realms and ages
until today when evil has returned
and persecutes descendants of those sages
who still pursue the world for which they yearned,
the all-inclusive love of Christ and Tao.
Resistance rises in its timeless forms,
and each of us who love are asking how
we best can fight such fierce, enormous storms—
some on the barricades, some underground,
and some where peace and power of Tao are found.

3/5/25

You can find David Hinton’s book Mountain Home: The Wilderness Poetry of Ancient China at your local bookstore or at Books a Million (still has a DEI policy!) at https://www.booksamillion.com/p/Mountain-Home/David-Hinton/9780811216241?id=9413125460217

Thank You, Ukraine

I wrote the following message at 3:00 in the morning after watching the shameful attack by our President and Vice President on really the entire people of Ukraine and all that they are fighting to defend. The immature school-yard bully attack used an accusation of ingratitude as its primary taunt, completely unfairly since the people and leadership of Ukraine have expressed enormous gratitude countless times. The attack was really about much more sinister and shameful things, including an attempt to justify our President’s aligning with Russia. Still, this needs to be said:

Thank you, Ukraine!

If anyone should be thanking anyone,
we should be thanking you, over and over.

We have fought together a tyrant and war criminal.
We have fought together to defend the principles:
that no nation be allowed to invade another nation;
that no nation be allowed to destroy the infrastructure
and systems and resources needed
for another people to survive;
that no nation be allowed to undermine
the freedom and democracy
and self-determination of another sovereign nation.

We should be thanking you
for being our partner in that fight.
We should be thanking you because while we gave
only a tiny percentage of what we easily could spare,
you are giving your all.
Your lives are being lost by the tens of thousands,
not ours.
Your homes are being bombed every day,
not ours.
Your power plants, hospitals, schools, churches,
sources of food and water and economic survival
are being destroyed,
not ours.
Your children are being kidnapped and taken
by the invaders to their country and brainwashed,
not ours.
Your women are being raped by invading soldiers,
not ours.
We have suffered no pain, you have suffered
and continue to suffer enormous pain.

We owe you our compassion, honor and gratitude.
We are humbled by your heroism.

The time for saying thank you, though,
is when we have won.
Partners in a common struggle show their thanks
by standing together and giving what is required.
But since you are being dishonored
and bullied and exploited,
please know that the decent people of our country
honor and thank you every day,
and are horrified by what is being done to you,
and are horrified that anyone would shamefully join
the war criminal tyrant’s side
and abandon you, or try to take advantage of you
while you are fighting for your life,
or betray the principles on which the peace
and survival of all nations depend.

You have our unwavering, heart-aching support,
and we will do all we can to restore our nation
to its rightful place at your side.

Two Sonnets Calling for Nonviolent Engagement on the Side of Love

The poem texts are below.

These sonnets are first drafts written the week ending February 28, 2025. In the past I have always put poems through many drafts before sharing them, but I believe the relevance and urgency of the poems written in this time of crisis compensate for the roughness.

My friends, we have heroic work to do.
The highest meaning life can have is ours
if we lay down our lives to fight the few
amassing wealth and using all their powers
to bribe or brainwash or intimidate
or crush or kill to stop the side of love
for all who live. Our enemy is hate
in any form that places one above
and others far below an equal worth.
We fight not for ourselves but what is right.
We fight for all who share this fragile earth.
We fight the darkness with the tools of light,
not harming just as we would not be harmed,
armed with a love that cannot be disarmed.
2/23/25

Our fear at how dehumanizing hate
now has the power it needs to kill at will
is urging us to run before too late,
but love is whispering, “There is hope still.”
Our rage at how hate treats the earth, the poor
and all not Christian-hetero-male-white
sparks thoughts of vengeful sabotage and war,
but love is whispering, “Stay in the light!”
We need to find a way to fight this wrong.
We need to stand with all who are oppressed.
At threat of death, may courage keep us strong
to speak and act to show that we protest,
to model worlds of love we seek to build,
by force of light no hate has ever killed.
2/25/25

Poem “The Long Fight”

I need to rebuild strength before I fight
because the last long struggle took my all.
My father fought against the fascist right.
Two ancestors helped bring about the fall
of slavery and white supremacy—
one lost an arm, one was imprisoned twice.
They nearly died so strangers could live free,
and now the stakes are worth far greater price—
the fate of every creature on this earth,
the fate of billions whom the few oppress.
What is this loveliest of planets worth,
its lives and loves beyond count we can guess?
As soon as I can rise from my sickbed
I’ll fight the side of death until I’m dead.

2/17/25

Poem “Savor/Resist”

The poem text is below.

This is a sonnet first draft written on November 26, 2024, a few weeks after the election and a few days before I got covid, followed not long after by the flu. The long stretch of illness and recovery derailed my “Poem of the Week” series. This would have been the next in line, and it still speaks to where I am and what I feel called to do. Does it speak to you? If so, please leave a comment. I would be glad to hear how you are responding to this time.

I see two Scrabble signs at home each day:
one “SAVOR;” and the other one “RESIST.”
I see now they are callings to obey
to fight totalitarians’ fierce fist.
They suddenly have bought complete control,
brainwashing innocents with hateful lies,
exploiting fears, empowering every troll
to swing its club until the nation dies,
and sweet earth, too. So I am called to fight
by savoring and loving what they’re killing,
by letting that love guide me by its light,
by quieting to sense what it is willing—
love’s Tao or Spirit that wants life to thrive.
Savor. Resist. It’s why I am alive.
11/26/24

Poem of the Week, November 22, 2024

The poem text is below.

T. S. Eliot wrote, “…a poet’s mind is…constantly amalgamating disparate experience… [it] falls in love, or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter or the smell of cooking; in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes.”

This hai-net series of seven loosely linked haiku “amalgamates disparate experiences” including these:
a late fall walk in very dry woods;
the election aftermath in our nation;
accelerating climate chaos and the possibility of extinction;
retirement, aging and not too far out there now, death;
John Peck’s poetry teaching fifty years ago;
Brian McLaren’s must-read book “Life After Doom: Wisdom and Courage for a World Falling Apart;”
Robin Wall Kimmerer’s classic “Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants;”
David Hinton’s book “Mountain Home: The Wilderness Poetry of Ancient China;”
a love of Taoism;
a daily meditation practice;
Philippians 4;
the ancient Christian contemplative and mystical path of self-emptying (kenosis) leading to transformation of consciousness (metanoia) leading to an increased capacity for seeing oneness and acting with unconditional love (agape) leading to building the beloved, peaceable community of all creatures on earth (koinonia);
and separation from a beloved.

The result is, I hope, something that some may find beautiful or useful or both, but it’s just a first draft and first take video, so we’ll see if it sparks anything for you! Thank you! You can find more polished poems on my website at https://thomascarykind… Here’s the poem’s text:

beech sapling brown leaves
lush earth ritual dress robe
such beautiful
death

deep leaved forest floor
trees disrobed
bare limbs raised up
naked prayer
of hope

drought makes trees exposed
one spark
then dry fall leaves
flame
ghost dance
robed in smoke

old monk
like fall oak
lives by letting go
leaves
seeds
lose life to save life

drought says
reduce need
loss means grief
heart art spark dims
hope lost
in the haze

beyond hope stands
love
charred forest
of oak loves lost
one acorn
sprouts green

if there is any
beauty
love and nurture it
let it
seed
your heart

11/18/24