Of The Empire

Of The Empire

We will be known as a culture that feared death
and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity
for the few and cared little for the penury of the
many. We will be known as a culture that taught
and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke
little if at all about the quality of life for
people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All
the world, in our eyes, they will say, was a
commodity. And they will say that this structure
was held together politically, which it was, and
they will say also that our politics was no more
than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of
the heart, and that the heart, in those days,
was small, and hard, and full of meanness.

Mary Oliver
Red Bird (2008)

I collect poems that appear in my inbox or on social media. This is one posted by wise elder Parker Palmer in mid March of this year. Is it prescience? Or simply another rendering of Mary Oliver’s astute skills in observation already so evident in her poetry situated in the natural world. I imagine is was cited often in the months following the 2016 American presidential election. It continues to have remarkable resonance there as states swing to vote in politicians and legislation undermining and undoing so much of what we have considered the hard won, inviolable rights of the historically vulnerable, marginalized and disenfranchised.

Today, I think it apropos for my province, mere days after the election that gave to the woman who took over her party’s leadership on a no confidence vote, the mandate to proceed with her view of things. A woman who, just days before, was found guilty of violating the province’s conflict of interest act. A woman who, in the first months of assuming leadership, was publicly apologizing for every verbal gaffe she’d made speaking, apparently without thinking. Or was she revealing a heart that was “small, and hard, and full of meanness.” A heart that regrettably becomes so shaped by empire. A heart that beats in my own chest unless I chose to cultivate otherwise.

Much love and kindest regards, dear friends.

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Author: Katharine Weinmann

writes award-winning poetry, walks long distances, sees beauty in life’s imperfections and photographs its shimmer

6 thoughts on “Of The Empire”

  1. Katherine. Thank you for this post. If I want to live in a world characterized by kindness, love, respect, inclusion, etc., then that is how I have to conduct my life. Waiting for others to choose that way means it won’t happen. Peace is not a goal toward which we work, it’s a way of life we choose.

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      1. Dear Katharine, I went on line to look up some things about your relatively new premier of Alberta. So very sorry Ms. Smith is proving to provide even more of a swing to the right. And thank you for this reminder about Mary Oliver’s wonderful, insightful poem. Ann

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      2. Yes, this appears to be a global phenomenon, Ann and I appreciate that you took the time to research her. This was one of Mary Oliver’s I had not heard, so thanks to Parker Palmer for it!

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