![]() ![]() I'm a freelance writer and consider myself a secular activist. The words speak to me and I can relate about the senior citizen being an activist. We sang this hymn last Sunday and I went home and looked it up on the web. What are these people doing talking about the environment and human rights? I really hate that I'm thinking like this. There's a rigid part of me that believes that the old folks should sit back and pray, or read to their grandkids, or write memoirs. It's not just that the songs don't have attractive hooks, it's that I'm uncomfortable thinking about these people in their sixties being activists. ![]() Heck, even that is morphing in ways I'm not so fond of.Īn embarassing truth: I recently got the last Peter, Paul and Mary album, and I don't like it much. I don't like to think a lot about what drove me at 23, I'm not sure that the me from then would recognize me now, if it weren't for the same basic physical shape. My energy goes into my family, or my personal, selfish pursuits: music, handwork, reading, sewing. My radical acts are very few and far between these days: if it's not a habit, like recycling, I don't have the time to devote to it. ![]() There is a reason that activists are mostly young, that angry energy of youth can be well suited to tilting at windmills. I think about the courage that it takes to continue to strive for what one believes is right, as one grows older as I grow older. But reading these lines, I wonder what the writer's life is like, what was happening when she wrote these lines, what has happened to her since she wrote them. The tune to this piece is a little too hymn-like for my liking, in a predictable hymn way. Typing this text out makes me like it more than singing it did. If they ask what I did best, tell them I said, 'Yes' to love. Just as long as my heart beats, I must answer, 'Yes' to love ĭisappointment pierced me through, still I kept on loving you. If they ask what I did well, tell them I said, 'Yes' to truth. In my dream and in my dark, always: that elusive spark. Just as long as vision lasts, I must answer, 'Yes' to truth ![]() If they ask what I did well, tell them I said, 'Yes', to life Though with pain I made my way, still with hope I meet each day. Just as long as I have breath, I must answer, 'Yes' to life ![]()
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