Calling an Army of Angels

Calling an Army of Angels

In the aftermath of the violence at our nation’s Capitol Building on January 6th, I find myself feeling anger, grief, despair and a sense of impotence or helplessness.

I sense and fully expect more violence to erupt in the days ahead, between now and Inauguration Day, and even beyond.

A sleeping monster has been awakened. Fed on a toxic brew of lies, fake victimhood, self-righteous entitlement and the glorification of violence, I fear this monster will not go quietly back to sleep any time soon.

A change in leadership, while welcomed, will not lay the monster to rest.

Our collective shadow has stepped into the spotlight, and it likes it there.

But there is a stronger Light, and I call upon it now. May an army of angels protect this nation and keep us safe from violence, insurrection and anarchy in the coming weeks and beyond. May the light of our better natures guide us into right action. May the light of Truth destroy the web of lies. May the light of Justice reveal and hold accountable all who participate in or foment insurrection. May we strive to embody the ideals this nation was founded upon – equality, freedom and true justice.


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$90,000 Rolex

$90,000 Rolex

m326933-0001This morning I dreamed we gave Cameron
a $90,000 Rolex
with a broken watch band
that we’d found somewhere
and counted as our lottery win,
our ticket forward.

Yet we handed it over to Cameron
so he could marry his girl
and have his own future.

I don’t think the dream’s about dollars, though.
It could be about time.
About the 90,000 hours he’s missed of his own
this-time-around life.

Or the 90,000 beats of my heart,
within not one of which he’s been absent.

Or the 90,000 bits of bone and ash
still waiting to be scattered.

Or the exponential expanse of time
he’s now experiencing.
All the time,
not just in the world,
but in the Universe
to live in love and freedom.

Or the energy of nine, which is endings
and the magnified energy of zero,
which is eternity,
and the real truth of his passing.

There was a day I would have handed over $90,000
or 9 times $90,000
to buy his happiness.

But happiness is an inside job,
not to be bought, but created
day by day,
heartbeat by heartbeat,
tick by tick of this $90,000 Rolex we call life.

He taught me that
through the grief of his leaving.


in memory of
Cameron David Perkins
4/2/1978 ~ 5/3/2004