04/18/2025
Tonight, I'm thinking of all the students, faculty, staff, and admin at FSU and their families. I'm thinking of the lives lost, the people injured, and the trauma of it all.
I'm also thinking about the kinship and the peace we so desperately need more of in our hearts, minds, and world.
The following poem has given me something to hold onto and ponder, beyond the news stories and the same tired words we hear in the wake of school shootings.
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There is a calling in the ears of men –
A wind that whistles in the city street,
Calling them back, to long-forgotten ways,
Blowing the sands of havoc 'round their feet.
There is a vision in the eyes of men –
Of fair wide fields, where gleams the honest plough,
Guided by hands of brotherhood and peace,
Far other than the hands that guide it now.
There is a struggle in the hearts of men –
A groping of the lonely in the fight,
Urging them on a road but dimly seen,
Towards faint music and a distant light.
O may that music swell, that light increase,
And hearts be strengthened in the inward strife,
That men may hear, and see, and struggle on,
Seek a new world, and find a truer life.
- Philip Britts, 1946