“Protest beyond the law is not a departure from democracy; it is absolutely essential to it.” ― Howard Zinn
“To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.” — Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“You may never know what results come of your actions, but if you do nothing, there will be no results.” ― Mahatma Gandhi
THANK YOU FOR following along on the adventure that is Random Acts of Writing, and the meandering “many things” we’ve talked about. I feel very blessed to have had such a supportive and creative community in which to share my musings for the past seven years, and look forward to more good things to come!
PHOTO ©2016, Jen Payne, Walrus and Carpenter display at House on the Rock, Spring Green, WI. Text from “The Walrus and the Carpenter,” a narrative poem by Lewis Carroll that appeared in his book Through the Looking-Glass.
When you move to the beat of a different drum
there’s no cure for the blister that forms from the
There’s no common book on which to lean your fears
no vow that forgives the misdemeanors of heart and soul
The way a fool would do…
Instead, you make a poultice from prayers
to no god and all gods,
a tincture of stardust and make-believe
to cool the heat of betrayal,
ease the disappointments,
and reconcile the little deaths
you know he didn’t mean
Forget the relievers and remedies
for everything that ails you,
just hide the scars with Hope,
kiss and make it better
Poem ©2017, Jen Payne. Image: The Dance, Marc Chagall.
“We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” ― Elie Wiesel
“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.” ― Walt Whitman