To My Children, Fearing for Them
Wendell Berry
Terrors are to come. The earth
is poisoned with narrow lives.
I think of you. What you will
live through, or perish by, eats
at my heart. What have I done? I
need better answers than these are
to the pain of coming to see
what was done in blindness,
loving what I cannot save. Nor
your eyes turning toward me,
can I wish your lives unmade
though the pain of them is on me.
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WOW! This poem really hit me with a sense of despair at the known and unknown dangers that surround us all. Not that there is anything much that we can do to protect loved ones from the world that we have all wrought...
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