I wonder if we also serve who only stand and wait?
So Milton said, but he was blind when channeling his God,
and I am wholly here without severed limbs to excuse
my absence from the crowds that show up for justice today.
The sun I thought would hide behind the rain shines brightly now—
even her majesty could not remain away. She glows
and heartens all who pay respect to those who must be heard.
(I know the arguments, I’ll say to those who question me.)
Yet sun just knocked upon the door of my blind heart to say
“Presence is power, as you know by now,” and I nod, “Yes.”
A cloud sets in as she departs, and I begin to pray
"Hold safe all who gather there and the rest of us forgive."
I know there’s other ways to serve then gathering en masse,
but the invisible is hard to count in streets and polls.
I know no one will miss my voice this day among the throng,
yet I will mourn this one more time my “yes” seems to be a ‘no.”
Do I dare tell of derision the silence now unfolds?
God asks “What use is being counted when you do not heed
the call that fires words neglected and dying in your soul?
Give up your need to be a part of what you have not earned.”
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast
*Here is Milton's famous sonnet: