If we are dying...
If we are dying
then let me rip open
and bleed Love,
spill it, spend it
see how much there is
the reward for misers is
what, again?
If this life is ending
then let me begin a new one.
-Lynna Odel
This the second half of a beautiful little poem I came across in this anthology for one of the books I'm reading, this one:
All We Can Save: Truth, Courage and Solutions for the Climate Crisis.
The book is described on its website thusly:
All We Can Save is an anthology of writings by 60 women at the forefront of the climate movement who are harnessing truth, courage, and solutions to lead humanity forward.
I'm reading the book for a Zoom book club in which I'm trying to find time.
The participants in the anthology are cultural commentators, poets, artists, pundits and even some scientists.
It's an interesting little read; I'm not sure I agree with all of the writers therein, and thus far it seems weak on "solutions" but although I'm not far in, I recommend the book highly.
Then again, I'm from the demographic that is largely responsible for this terrible mess, old, fat, bald, white men.
Any book that contains a poem this beautiful is worth reading, I think.