To be able to swallow the broken
we must feast on what is still whole—
How can the world be ending
when there is music on the radio
when somewhere a new life is being born
right now and now and now
On the day of least light,
two cypress trees buffer the dark
and frame the rising sun.
On your own shortest days,
shadows long on the ground…
Today the world is too big
and me, too small in it.
The people, too many,
the problems, too complex…