Dawn and morning headlines come.
Soul-crushing inhumanity
Revealing wills not taking form
To fight relentless foe.
Can a single one as I impact the world?
From out my window high near trees
I look at arching oak tree bough.
It tosses in the wind.
The squirrels seek acorn winter food
Trusting they’ll be fed.
Whatever winter winds may blow
Will take squirrels by surprise.
Can I not trust abundance flows
Beneath and through injustice of the world
And we will make it through?
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That was lovely!
Thank you.
🙂
Your words are beautiful. I’d like to believe one person can make a difference. I live in hope too.
Thank you. It’s clear from your blog that you live in hope.
Together we will make it through!
Some how we will.