Today I woke up afraid,
hope struggling to be born
on this very brink, for my sons,
for my city, for my unborn
grandchildren (who may choose
to never come forth, so unpleasant
are we), indeed for my world —
for all that is prized,
hard fought won conceded
cherished revised
overturned allowed to decay
corrected preserved.
It is all in my hands, right here,
opening in its fullness,
unready, burgeoning forth
an infant sure to walk steady
someday, but falling, tripping,
needing guard rails, baby-proofing
and not knowing it. I offer
my small helping of kindness
to this disquieting child,
encourage his fear,
give him reason to hope,
so that wisdom can take root,
dampen his exuberance.
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I am grateful for a very thoughtful post at Fourth Chakra Yoga that gave me new perspective on the churning sadness we in the US feel right now as we see ourselves anew, again.
Poems from in between 
4 responses to “Fear and hope are like two wings of a bird”
How beautiful ❤ Thank you for your kind words my dear. I'm in awe at the depths of your soul's expression. I am with you in mourning for what has passed and in working for the glimmer of light and hope the world so desperately needs right now. Blessings and peace be upon you and your loved ones.
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Thank you for helping me along! Please continue your good work. 🙂
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The small helpings of kindness are so important. And the urge to keep making beauty. The last two lines struck me especially, as true and ponder-able.
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Yes. Something only parents seem to fully appreciate (or Aristotle … :)). Thank you for your good words.
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