profit of heartlessness
unimaginable… unthinkable grace…
Since the pandemic, our world has changed in profound and sometimes overwhelming ways. I know we’re all feeling it—grief, sadness, anger, rage, hopelessness, and more. The climate crisis is undeniably real, yet it’s hard to comprehend how many still deny the urgent changes happening all around us…
While we sit in comfort and privilege, the ongoing genocide in Gaza is unbearable to witness, whether on social media, TV, or the news. The war in Ukraine continues, as do many conflicts around our planet, and we see the rise of fear and fascism with figures like Mr. Rump. Wildfires are already raging—it feels relentless. We are burning, in more ways than one. On top of it all, it’s becoming harder and harder to know what’s true and what’s not.
So how do we cope with this collective immense grief, helplessness, and sadness—especially that persistent feeling of powerlessness?
For me, one way is to give what I can to organizations like Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF), as well as supporting causes closer to home. I also turn to my poetry as an outlet, a way to process and express the emotions I’m carrying. Below is a latest attempt…
I’d love to hear your thoughts and feedback. More importantly, I’d love to know: How are you dealing with all this grief and sadness? Please feel free to share in the comments below.
And even in the midst of all this heaviness, I remind myself: hope can be found in holding the light, small acts of kindness, building community, and in the simple act of reaching out to one another. We’re not alone in this… we know who we are!
the poem… (wip)…
profit of heartlessness how is it to walk this earth bound path of tender understanding when all around, above, below charge with atrocity unimaginable unthinkable acts how is it oh, our dear children, pure light so many so vulnerable, wee souls all around us suffer, crying, endure, bear, eyes wide open unimaginable unthinkable crimes how is it hate seems to rise higher beyond the love of this world, incredible inside + outside of us, bewildered what the fuck, the fuck! unimaginable unthinkable cruel how is it our skies choked thick, fire’s black rivers weep, their poisoned sorrow plastic oceans rising, along with wise whales breaching, gasping while fat slob greed feasts upon our last green equanimity unimaginable unthinkable loss how is it drumbeats echo war, again + again boots trampling over shouts of peace while old wounds remembered never mend, only deepen, sliced open unimaginable unthinkable fear how is it we carry this grief like heavy rock stacked upon white bones of hope and still, still… somewhere, a child sings unimaginable unthinkable light how is it coins weighs heavier than wind singing through tall ones, hallowed ground below oceans sold, forests fallen for gain but our Mother is not a ledger, to balance for She is our Source, not a resource unimaginable unthinkable truth how is it our earth still turns, steady and true dawn spills gold upon our wounded land birds sing, green things greening whispering…remember, re-member we would not be here without Her unimaginable unthinkable grace —carol weaver © 2025
Below, a couple of songs to share with you… may they soothe your soul…
much love, weaver x (((💜)))
Beautiful Carol!! Goes right to the heart & soul of my being!!
Thanks for all your gifts! your art, your poetry and your music...