everyone

hold on

 

the bomb blasts will

shake the long corners

 

of your spine

and leave you quaking

 

like the aspen

after a storm

 

you may think your heart

cannot continue this way

 

this time

 

perhaps the surrender to the softness

and sleep of eyes closed tight

 

seems the only way to find a path

curving up from the darkness

 

keep them open

 

see the everlasting energy of the wilds

the spinning forth of day into night

 

and night into day

the splendor of love

 

promises of light made true

the kindness of your neighbor

 

the broad limitless nature

of his open hands

 

never is all lost

though at times

 

we may believe

it is

 

let me receive you

let my love mend you

 

hear me

 

this will only go so far

and then it too shall pass

http://www.thenoisyplume.com/blog/2013/04/17/6161/