Sunday, January 29, 2017

Redux: Mother of Exiles

Did we dream that it could all change so quickly? Has it ever felt so surreal? How did we get trapped in an Isherwood story? I'm horrified, frightened, angry, and sad. I feel far from home, not because I'm traveling now, but because I'm not sure, today, where my home can be.

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, 
With conquering limbs astride from land to land; 
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand 
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame 
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name 
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand 
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command 
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. 
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she 
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, 
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, 
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, 
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
- Emma Lazarus


  1. I'm composing the email to my republican senator in my head. If they don't stop him immediately it will only get worse. I haven't like most of the presidents I've lived through in the last 69 years. This one has to go. I don't think we can wait for midterms to cut his power off.

  2. You are not alone in your fear, Sugar. I find myself lying awake at night knowing it is out of my control. My better half says the only thing we can do is continue to endeavor to be as kind to each other as we possibly can, and help those we can help as much as we matter where they were born or who they love. Let's each of us just try to be one of the good guys with all of our hearts.

  3. "The land of the free and the home of the brave?"

    Hmmmm... Jx

  4. I was thinking the same thing, "It can't be this fast, this easy." And what else is sliding along that isn't making the news yet?