Tuesday, March 11, 2025

One person's Voice  gives us a hopeful perspective of wonder in our Madding World


Rain 


“Scrolling Through Stressful Times, When Ending Aide to Malnourished Children is Applauded,

and Podcasters Laugh at Being Called Nazis, and the Bill of Rights Seemingly No Longer

Exists, and Government Employees Are Fired Without Cause, and The Nation Has Elected a

President Who Fomented a Rebellion Assisted by a News Media which Amplified a Lie About a

Stolen Election, and Much Much More That Makes a Person Feel That It Really Might Be

Hopeless”

And then, it began to rain in Southern California


A Poem, by P.J. Whetney

2025



 





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