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February 18, 2025

UNTIED STATE OF AMERICA

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Untied State of America

Too many are in a state in which to appease this would-be king is a thing.  Too many in power cower to the flurry of EOs. And I worry: are we in the throes of war?  The doors of our neighbors slam and lock as they balk at what we have become … in one month’s time. A crime.  America, loosed from friends who have deduced we are behind this unraveling, is disjointed. We’ve appointed a king, know it or not.  Formerly brothers, we are now others in the sight of those who once had our back. They see what we don’t. Or won’t.  Their eyes are open to the dulling of the shining city on the hill, while our king is culling our allies at his will.

Your falling isn’t
from the attacks of others,
my country, ‘tis of thee.

© Marie Elena Good, 2025





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February 9, 2025

TWENTY TWENTY FIVE

“Yelling into the wind” generated by AI

Twenty Twenty Five

My year’s focus word
is listen. I chose it, not
knowing what’s to come.

The last twenty days,
I see myself shouting on
social media.

The need to be heard
in daunting times is real, but
shouting gets tuned out,

so is left unheard.
And yet, the need is still there.
I can’t help but shout.

The last twenty days,
my listening turned to an
Intense need to scream.

I don’t scream outdoors
out of respect and care for
all of my neighbors.

I don’t scream indoors
for fear of terrifying
my loving husband.

I scream inside me,
silently, lest I drown out
my God’s still, small voice.

© Marie Elena Good, 2025




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January 26, 2025

I PACE, AS I FACE MY GOD

I PACE, AS I FACE MY GOD

Lamenting. Praying for His intervention. Seeking Him through tears that feel like they could flood my floor.  I contemplate how my Jesus, co-Creator and sovereign over all of it, describes Himself as “gentle and lowly of heart.” It’s not part of who He is, it is who He is. Gentle and lowly is His driving force. It is the force behind His strength. It is His very being. I pray this for my country. I beg this for my country. May our heartbeat become gentle. Lowly. May this be our strength, who we are, and how we are known.

One man. One moment.
Hearts ruptured. Lives imperiled.
One swipe of a pen.

© Marie Elena Good 2025

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