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

“For Countless Generations” A Hymn

For a copy of the hymn set in the music email rev.thomas.cary.kinder@gmail.com
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

“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