Diary 10/11/20

I wrote the lyrics to this potential rap song back in June. (the chorus has a melody that can be used to give the spoken word underlying rhythmic chords). I thought it might not be relevant for very long and left it alone. Today, I think it sad that it is all too relevant. The tragedy played out on the world stage, starring our own national drama, continues to capture our horrified attention. The anxiety rattles the air we breathe, and we are doing what we can to survive and keep hope alive. Survival takes full time attention. Those of us who are able to keep our homes, our jobs, and health, have the luxury of pondering what this cycle of deconstruction means. We find our hope in small flashes of worldwide courage and youthful leadership. We find joy in families, art, Nature, and a means of embracing the mundane and raising it into a refuge of hope.

Hope Arising

by Judi Bachrach

Gaia, She hangs in some cosmic infinity

Mother of us all She acquires some divinity

Her salt tears are rising, She storms and She burns

With immutable laws that Her children must learn

I’ve got to-

uplift, my heavy heart

Whenever I feel my world is falling apart

I’ve got to uplift my troubled mind

Give voice to all the love and all the light I can find

Many thousands are dying, many millions are crying

Others are lying, blaming and denying

Problems are revealed, fundamentally systemic

Everybody everywhere is hurt by this pandemic

And I’ve got to-

uplift, my heavy heart

Whenever I feel my world is falling apart

I’ve got to uplift my troubled mind

Give voice to all the love and all the light I can find

The whole world is in chaos it has happened before

Poverty, tyranny, deadly plagues, and war

Everything is shifting before our own eyes

We’ve got to keep uplifting so that Hope can arise

And I’ve got to-

uplift, my heavy heart

Whenever I feel my world is falling apart

I’ve got to uplift my troubled mind

Give voice to all the love and all the light I can find

Gaia, She hangs in some cosmic infinity

Mother of us all she acquires some divinity

Her salt tears are rising, She storms and She burns

With immutable laws that her children must learn

And I’ve got to-

uplift, my heavy heart

Whenever I feel my world is falling apart

I’ve got to uplift my troubled mind

Give voice to all the love and all the light I can find