Not Broken Just Simply Unfinished
I couldn’t find words large enough to write about the movie-like madness at our Capitol.
I thought, like most everybody else, that our democracy was broken. But then I heard Amanda Gorman, the first-ever youth poet laureate’s poem.
‘a nation that isn’t broken
but simply unfinished’
That line was a breathtaking reframe, light in the darkness. My mind stopped, and in that space, I concluded…….We are not broken just simply unfinished!
When we see something as broken, we label it as condemned. Imagining the effort needed to rebuild, we sigh. It’s a fight, us against the broken. Combat ensues.
When we view something as unfinished, we roll up our sleeves, ready to unite and collaborate.
Gorman’s poetry has words large enough for our democracy and society. Her words struck me on a personal level too.
When my mind is in the lead and I’m overanxious and thin-skinned, I am not broken, just simply unfinished. And the same goes for our neighbors and everyone else.
I encourage you to revisit (as I will) Amanda Gorman’s The Hill We Climb.
Let the words sink into that deep place beyond the mind. See if you can touch a place of Radical Peace.
Before you go…. Here’s a free (friend link) for a short piece on creating a better life one person at a time that is past the paywall on my Medium page.