I have been told not to reply to Face Book streams
I have been told my passion is bad…for me
I have been told with love, and concern for my health
I have been told to distance myself from the cesspool of politics
I have been told not read the comments that denigrate our country,
Spread falsehoods without checking, and find it acceptable to sacrifice the old and vulnerable
How can I not answer the under educated, the lies, the misinformation?
How can I bury my passion and ignore what is happening?
To the country?
To the world?
What happens if voices of sanity fall silent and the cacophony of chaos is allowed to roam unfettered?
I direct my passion, state my status, and politely ask for reason
I then go quietly about my life with horses, dogs, birds and flowers
To wait for the next lie, the next outrage, that must be answered
Answered, and left warming the table, while I move on
Tell me I do not need passion
Tell me I do not need truth
tell me it is time for my voice to be silenced, and that I should vanish without a trace
And I will quietly, politely answer “when hell freezes over”