Some struggle to restrain the storm
that broods in every soul-cell.
They struggle to quell the looming eruption
Or the gut-wrenching whimper that rumbles
and hiccups on the crest of unstoppable sobs.
Their fear demands, “Just how supreme will this court get?”
Others teem with pent up joy released and celebrated.
I hear the preacher pray:
May we respect one another.
May we listen deeply.
May we refuse violence of word and body.
c. Rita H Kowats
June 26, 2022