Henry at 77
I can feel clarity these days,
absorbing 7+ decades of life,
of thinking, of feeling,
of reacting, of asserting,
of letting truth speak to me,
of working hard to hear it,
of working hard to make sense of it all,
I still can often craft answers of word and action,
to what I feel revealed that feels good to me,
I can assert that insight onto the page,
and within the actions I take in the world,
particularly with my work to nurture
the flame of Carolina Friends School,
I still work to be part of the answers
students and staff give to the callings
within the great work that every school attempts,
and that I think we at CFS do well,
I do not want to be a lonely, plaintive voice,
but rather I work to be a voice that echoes
a reach for connection and complexity,
of that drive for order that somehow fuels evolution,
a drive that we want to fuel our human touch upon the world,
as long as I can, I hope to be a conduit
through which coherence
manifests a bit better because of my work,
despite the dissolution
of aging, of entropy, of glitches,
of an all too present malevolence
that suffuses much of America these days,
many throw monkey wrenches
and seek to hobble us as we seek to climb.
by Henry H. Walker
March 22, ‘25
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