History says, Don’t hope
on this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
the longed for tidal wave
of justice can rise up,
and hope and history rhyme.

So hope for a great sea-change
on the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
and cures and healing wells.

Call the miracle self-healing:
the utter self-revealing
double-take of feeling.
If there’s fire on the mountain
or lightning and storm
and a god speaks from the sky

That means someone is hearing
the outcry and the birth-cry
of new life at its term.

–Seamus Heaney.

This night, this dark, cold and windy night, I am reminded that we, the little man, has so little to that we know of the nations true ills, so little that we can change, and yet SO MUCH that we can do within our very hearts. Today, this night, I feel truly humbled by some of the latest updates I have just read on Blip from the Portland protests. What causes a nation to allow itself to send in hard core police to deal with peaceful protesters? Is it the fact that these same protesters ask hard questions, questions that go to the very core of American ills? Yes, I think we are right to stand up to our Governments and ask why. I mean, the wars, the unknown billions of dollars / pounds / euros that have been emptied out in weapons of destruction whilst our hungry go without food, our sick go without adequate care and our elderly are left to rot.

Am I proud of my race this night, of what we have become? As a Government – no I am not. Yet as a people, the grace I see in the beauty of humans standing up, then I most certainly am proud.

As you read this I ask but one thing – Look outward, just for one moment. Lean in and listen to the voice of humanity calling you to stand up and care.

Together, our little voice, can unite and one day, one glorious day, may the tide of peace, or love, of goodwill to all, come sweeping through in one loud voice of acclamation that says this, our precious planet, earth, is worthy of much more.