I have felt, as I shared in this blog recently, that now is a time to illuminate - to bring light to dark places. In this darkest time of the year light is a gift, even the smallest light. To that end here is a bit of poetry from Marge Piercy's To be of Use
Anger shines through me, anger shines through me.
I am a burning bush. My rage is a cloud of flame
My rage is a cloud of flame in which I walk
Seeking justice like a precipice...
...anger storms between me and things, transfiguring,
transfiguring.
A good anger acted upon is beautiful as lightening
and swift with power.
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