To be able to swallow the broken
we must feast on what is still whole—
There is more here than can be grasped in two hands,
a world too large to throw our arms around…
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
Hope is there alright
but you have to let it;
you have to let hope
tip the scales…
Today the world is too big
and me, too small in it.
The people, too many,
the problems, too complex…