I have a yearning in my heart for peace.
For truth.
For beauty and music.
For compassion.
Outside my heart,
Outside my window,
Outside my city and country
I feel a force of resistance to these pure wishes
that I cannot understand.
I have a small child who I sing to sleep.
Recently I woke in the night and was startled
by his exquisite face.
Startled by the strength and fragility of that moment.
I have gratitude and fear living as neighbours.
I have few answers.
I have the pain of others dwelling in my thoughts and I know
I shut it out.
Shut it off.
I have to turn my gaze back to my child and
believe believe believe
that we who want such simplicity,
that we who want such gentleness
are many.
That we are so so many.
I feel they very same about the strange things that are happening in the "outside" world.....two things that bring me peace,like you my son and my place on this planet......oh and my dogs and my horses bring solace when things get even stranger.Thank you for the words put so beautifully.