How it’s meant to be

This beautiful excerpt/thought that I’d like to calmly recite to each (and I mean each) of our Senators and Representatives while shaking each soundly comes from the poem, Blackbirds by Julie Caldwallader Staub:

“but instead we live and move and have our being

here, in this curving and soaring world

that is not our own

so when mercy and tenderness triumph in our lives

and when, even more rarely, we unite and move together

toward a common good,

we can think to ourselves:

ah, yes, that’s how it’s meant to.”