"Zeros and Ones"

            Conversations lately dive into “what if” the economy gets hacked. What if all of those “ones” become “zeros” with accounts wiped clean? At the moment, I have $3.00 and a handful of quarters in my purse. Trusting that our system works, and that no criminal mind or terrorist group will implode our financial system, means there’s a cross of faith I wear daily.
            Would the people who always have “ones” step forward to care for those who have nothing? Would estranged families reunite to stand together?  Would the best each of us has to offer spring forth in collaboration with neighbor helping neighbor? Would our communities, towns or cities share resources freely? Would state and national governments pull together, providing food, shelter and safety for each citizen?
            What will be the crisis response if more than towers go down?
            I believe those of us who can will share and care.
            I believe in unity.
            I believe in cooperation.
            I believe in decency.
            I believe in sunrises.    




       
Copyright 2024 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"Light and Shadow"

 

Pastel smudges draw my eyes to morning’s rise   

aligning the innocence and the essence   

of day’s promise with ease. Light dusts the trees   

with the purity of youth. Beams illume Truth   

in a precise reality that cannot be   

denied. Into the sunshine I dance sublime   

and naked in the summer’s heat. When I retreat   

to the coolness of shadows, a soft breeze blows   

across my glistening skin. I let Hope in   

wrapped in shadow and light—and all is right   

 Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"Light and Shadow"

Pastel smudges draw my eyes to morning’s rise   

aligning the innocence and the essence   

of day’s promise with ease. Light dusts the trees   

with the purity of youth. Beams illume Truth   

in a precise reality that cannot be   

denied. Into the sunshine I dance sublime   

and naked in the summer’s heat. When I retreat   

to the coolness of shadows, a soft breeze blows   

across my glistening skin. I let Hope in   

wrapped in shadow and light—and all is right   

 Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"Light and Shadow"

Pastel smudges draw my eyes to morning’s rise   

aligning the innocence and the essence   

of day’s promise with ease. Light dusts the trees   

with the purity of youth. Beams illume Truth   

in a precise reality that cannot be   

denied. Into the sunshine I dance sublime   

and naked in the summer’s heat. When I retreat   

to the coolness of shadows, a soft breeze blows   

across my glistening skin. I let Hope in   

wrapped in shadow and light—and all is right   

 Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman