That Lovely Shore

Power cast down in gentle sorrow. Serenity in the hope of a world yet to come. A world outside the restricting frame of unseeing.

(The title for this piece comes from Robert Burns poem The Slave’s Lament.  Burns himself, the paragon of equality and human rights, through his poetry, could see to the twisted heart of slavery, yet at that same time could not see. Even he could not see beyond the boundaries so deeply embedded in this system of wrongs.)