There is much to fear.
Banks contrive to steal money;
Carmakers engineer deceit;
Politicians abandon moral stances
for name calling and a bitter accusations.
Whose heart lives that is not weeping?
whence hope and where Solace?
when the oceans are poisoned
and our food twisted by science.
Still, I have only to stop,
the length of three breaths,
for small glimpses of goodness:
The face of an infant unmarked by travail,
an unexpected kindness,
the sound of strings in open air,
a sweet scent on a spring breeze.
So hope and beauty come,
somehow more vivid in silence,
in numinous illumination,
transforming a landscape,
mundane only a moment ago.