The future looms
Sew large
As we seam
Sow singularly stranded
In the present
Weave heir
A parent
With know designs
Beyond
Sum won ails
And grater still
The mine wandering
Too what end
As life goes
On and on
In and out
Adding up
One’s soul contribution
The pit or pattern
Of little feat
Never apart
Of the family busyness
This poem is about solidarity and hope. At times, each of us may feel alone, facing an uncertain future. This poem sets such worries and fears in the context of being part of the human family, children of God. You are not alone. While our individual actions may seem futile, they are an undeniable thread in the fabric of the future. Even when we feel screwed, the future is pregnant with possibilities. 
The Talmud wisely states, “It is not your obligation to complete your work, but you are not at liberty to quit.” Change is ongoing — such is the nature of life. Works worthy of the human race (versus the rat race) cross generations — even races! Worthy hopes and dreams often need to live on across generations; thus, our hopes and dreams must pass the test of being in a family weigh. As native Americans might put it: the arc of our lives should be aligned with the lives seven generations from now. 
Further, as Martin Luther King, Jr. assured us, “The moral arc of the universe bends at the elbow of justice.” Wherever your journey takes you, may you find courage and hope in the company of others, and do your part taking care of the family busyness.
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