Anxiety, weakness in the face of flattery, an immature eagerness to please… I blame this cocktail of character traits not only for my promise to perform at Sidcot Quaker School’s Peace Festival, but also for accepting the commission to write a Quaker poem.
I said yes with a certain confidence. Though not a Quaker myself, given my admiration for what I know of the Society of Friends – their being ahead of the curve on issues from women’s rights to universal suffrage, abolition of slavery, pacifism, workers’ rights, prison reform, LGBTQ rights… I could go on and on – how hard could it be to ...
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