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“Pain Gives Birth to Poetry” by Gene Levi Chan

Pain Gives Birth to Poetry

On Creating and Growing in the Time of COVID-19

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
"In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae

What will grow out of this field?

Out of problems can come solutions; out of constraints can come creativity; out of pain can come poetry.

“Remember that the future is not somewhere we are going, it is something we are creating. Every day we do things that make some futures more probable and others less likely.”

— Ian Lowe

This is not a call to do more, but to consider carefully.

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Writing to inspire a world of empathy, possibility, and growth. Former faith leader; current MBA candidate. 👋 Say hi mtouchton@gmail.com

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