How many of us are in an emotional bleak midwinter? Staying dormant and wishing for spring? The world has turned scary once again with modern versions of Herod and Augustus plotting to take each others lands and flocks. And each Ruler, Pharisee and Saducee says they are the righteous one. History has always proven them wrong. That they are as craven, corrupt and violent as all the powerful before them. Quick to abuse their privilege at the expense of everyone.
We can imagine ourselves as rebels. We want to rise up and tell these fools Kemosabe, kiss my ass, I'm going out to sea! We might have even marched and held signs. A few of us may well have been beaten and arrested for our trouble. Then real life sets in. We find a girl...or a guy..or whoever...
And we drift on down the river of life, having kids and working dead end jobs for the powerful, waiting for the day we DO go out to sea and join our ancestors at the mouth of the river. Life has always been this way. The main comfort is those same powerful ones meet the same fate.
At the end of Rossetti's hymn, a question is asked: "What do I give him, poor as I am?" What can we really provide as proof of our revolt against the power.
We give him, and each other, our hearts. It is all we have.
Lyle Lovett Lyric: Kemosabe, kiss my ass- is from "I've Got a Boat"
Pic guesses: Black swan, Firefly,