Suddenly I Comprehend

Every generation has

known turmoil. Every

journey worth making

follows footprints into

a storm. But now,

now feels more fragile,

more frayed, more

perilous and melancholy.

And yet--- there is a river

of hope beckoning you

to rejoin its slow and

quiet course that never

shouts, never trends, 

never seeks the spotlight.

You are one of its signs,

keeping watch, refusing

to turn away from this

world’s trembling, not

because your heart

is unhurt, but because

it’s open and anchored

toward the light.