I wasn’t going to share a poem this morning, but this, randomly, was the next poem in my book:
All that patriotism requires, and all that it can be,
is eagerness to maintain intact and incorrupt
the founding principles of the nation, and to preseve
undiminished the land and the people. If national conduct
forsakes these aims, it is one’s patriotic duty
to say so and to oppose. What else have we to live for?
This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry
Wendell Berry wrote this in 2003, which is the year that the United States declared war on Iraq. And this poem speaks to me right now. If you haven’t done so already, please vote on Tuesday.