Tom Schade, Unitarian Universalist Minister at a church in Worcester, MA, shared his Sunday sermon with me, the one he gave prior to Martin Luther King Day and the American Inauguration. His heartfelt comments resonated for me and took me back to when JFK was elected. But, this is different and even more amazing that the US has been able to leave its history of racism behind and elect the person. Here is Tom's prose poem:
I had to ask, “what is this that I am feeling?” You don’t know what to call it:
I find myself overcome at the end of my breath,
Surprised by the corkscrew tightenings
in the chest; it feels
so silly,
these invisible shudders inside that make it hard to finish a sentence,
does anyone else see them?
I have to flap my hands and laugh;
Until the storm passes.
It’s all so corny,
like amber waves of grain.
But I feel it when I see everyone at once,
when I see you all.
Many writers and poets start making lists
When they are seized by this feeling:
Calling the roll of polarities:
Black and white, male and female,
young and old,
Gay and straight
as though listing each somehow
conveys this feeling for all.
But What to call that feeling?
Walt Whitman called it adhesion,
this heady eros of all for all.
Yes, eros, desire, attraction, passion.
The desire of each person for the widest vision of humanity
That their eyes can hold.
An attraction as overwhelming as first love,
And as sweet,
And as pent-up and yearning for fulfillment.
We, Americans, have been an artificially created people,
Assembled from peoples all over the globe,
And some unwillingly,
For an infinite variety of motives.
And we have never been united,
Stumbling through the ages,
Hurting each other,
Hitting each other,
Even hating each other,
Is it any wonder that we don’t know
How to name the adhesion that we feel,
The fellow feeling and the solidarity
That binds us together.
But I think that is what is being stirred up
Emotionallyl
This week.
Adhesion
And what I will hope that we take forward
into the ages to come.
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