Prayers heard and unheard

Update: I posted this blip before the riots started in Washington, D.C. I am watching and observing the mild reaction of the police and security forces to the right-wing extremist actions instigated by the President with his tantrums. 

Not what anyone asked for. Store out of business, rental bike plan failed, doorway a temporary refuge for someone houseless in the rain. 

In my weekly talk with Margie, I read her part of a poem by the latest Nobel Prize winner in Literature:

from Ancient Text

How deeply fortunate my life, my every prayer
heard by the angels.

I asked for the earth; I received earth, like so much
mud in the face.

I prayed for relief from suffering; I received suffering.
Who can say my prayers were not heard? They were

translated, edited—and if certain
of the important words were left out or misunderstood, a crucial

article deleted, still they were taken in, studied like ancient texts….

—Louise Glück, in her book, The Seven Ages (2001).

But prayers WERE heard in Georgia. Praise all that is. Maybe the new administration can repair some of the damage done by #45. Maybe even do some good, once we ride out the various coup attempts.