Sometimes I think about the world being terrible
and then I think of the young boy outside the supermarket, singing Coldplay, his sweet voice in the wind
his father proud
a baby being born; coming home
an elderly couple holding hands
each time someone says,
"I saw this and thought of you"
A child's expression when they see their parent
in a crowd.
how people make art to understand the world
not for the world to understand their art
acts of kindness among strangers
a dog who waits at the door for you
how most people are good
and for all the terrible, I try to think of the happiness
people still allow into their lives
with open arms and hearts.
How people mend piece by piece,
despite all that is broken.
-- Jessica Urlichs
4 comments:
How lovely. I'm hanging on by a thread this holiday worrying about the state of the world. I keep reminding myself to only pay attention to what is in front of me. I can't fix everything.
I'm still trying to focus on what's directly in front of me, and making a difference there. Looking up and out is too scary.
Beautiful poem. I'm trying to take it one horror at a time.
Digging hard into the good in this world to try to not think about the bad so much.
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