Sleep ended three-ish for me this morning; a bit earlier than normal. Possum, in from the cold, did his collar rattle so I made my way to the front door to let him out. He merely stared at the opening into the brisk night showing no desire or need of the tree in our front yard. He’s been known to sound false alarms.
Fully awake, I opened my reader to the parables of lost stuff; a sheep, a coin, and a couple of sons. Nudged by a memory what should have been long-forgotten lyrics, “Playin’ solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty one,” my mind in its should still be a’ sleeping state sought to trace these stories of Myst with a dash of modernity; I don’t suggest you follow suit by the way. There’s a card missing… remember?
Inappropriately, I try to play this jack-short hand against a nation seemingly to have lost something, something that leaves us in a divided plethora of mayhem.
What have we lost? Some make suggestions, but if you’ve taken notice, there’s a great gulf of contradictive responses. Some suggest morality and a remembrance of our roots while others compassion and charity.
Our President reminds us that we all came from somewhere else and the hypocrisy of denying others the same acceptance, while his adversaries advise we shut down our borders, warning of threats of illness and terrorism. The debacle is that both have sound reasoning for their stances.
On one hand, everyone I think will want to continue to feel we live in a relatively secure nation, free from the acts of anger perpetrated by radical thugs. On the other though, most of us have now become acquainted with, even friends with, those illegally living here, and see the agony they endure living in the shadows, as victims of an abusive and unfair system that we citizens have no part in.
What concerns me a lot is that I have lost most confidence, should I have ever had any, in our people of governing, and their ability to do what is right for all. Maybe Nathanael might have asked, “Can anything good come out of Washington?” One thing is for certain, it was a celebratory day when a sheep, a coin, and a son were all found. But then, there was a great seeking and yearning prior to the finding. There was an admission that something was lost. I wonder do we recognize that something is missing, lost? I would love to hear what you say it may be… and as I exit stage-left, I remind for thought, there were two sons. Anyone have an extra one-eyed hook?