These are the things that I say out loud.
There is beauty in this season of celebration:
children waiting for presents,
hospitality being prepared,
music floating, lights sparkling,
and even strangers smiling at each other.
Waiting is something I am doing.
I am waiting for peace on earth,
I am waiting for an end to hostilities,
I am waiting for healing and hope.
If there was a God, I would ask why,
and lay out all the suffering I’ve seen under the sun,
and demand an accounting.
I do the same for us, the global us,
and I can’t make out an answer.
Life is so good and so ruined.
In spite of everything, I want love to well up,
still hoping for a better future, still trying,
still wanting to live, and to make hope shine
in the eyes of every child on earth
this Christmas morning.
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