Dream Time

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Had he known early in his career that his life would have gone the way it did, do you suppose Martin Luther King would have continued down that fearsome road? 

I believe he had no choice.  I believe his destiny was so inextricably bound - predetermined, even - by the yearnings in his heart for equality, freedom and justice that the road he traveled was the only one he saw, the only one his feet could take.  All our lives were made better because he stayed the distance, walked his road in stormy weather, through the darkest woods of America's soul, despite his anger, his fear, his inevitable moments of doubt.  Martin Luther King was a remarkable human being, a beautiful man.  I can't help but wonder where we would be today had he lived.

Shortly after Rev. Dr. King was assassinated, I was introduced to the poetry of Langston Hughes, through this poem.

 

 

A Dream Deferred

by Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes homepage What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up 

like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run? 

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
  Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
  Or does it explode?

Something Else to Think About.

In the aftermath of the attack in Paris, I've been wondering about my reaction to the news after reading Gary Myers' blog post  It was a gut reaction, but unlike reactions to other stories of senseless murders.  The questions have been nagging me relentlessly, this need to understand my response.

To add to the internal deliberations, along comes this from The New Yorker.  Something else to consider.  Thanks to mykwerks.

Two bloggers, Lucy and Gary, alerted followers to this massacre.

I am Charlie.

New Dawn, New Day, New Year

I have been trying for the last 24 or more hours to upload an image (tried different ones) to illustrate this post with no success.


I will give you the URL for the image I like best.  Maybe that will work.


Anyway, what I had to say can just as easily be said another day.  I wish you all a healthier year than the one just past, all the love you can handle, good friends and joy abounding, and sufficient wealth to do at least some of the more important things on your lists!


Happy New Year.


Martha