Tonight's poem is a song, based on a combination of headlines -- beheadings, missing people, and survivors reaching out to other survivors in many realms. 💛
It's our hope
There are times
when
I feel myself emerging,
darkness and light singing
all at once.
Inside,
we filter what we challenge,
we muster
courage from our
balance, and
we abide.
It's not easy.
It's not smooth.
It feels rough
around the edges,
and in between the queues.
But it's a life line,
when we feel it.
When it happens,
it's called hope,
and it matters,
and it listens,
and it snuggles
while we mope.
It's our life line,
when we feel it.
When it happens,
it's our hope.
It's our hope.
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