there is brokenness in the world
and each morning seems to bring more stories,
more news
of violence, crime, heartbreak, racism, hatred, bullying, judging, loss
stories that have the ones who hear them
with their hearts and souls
weeping
and wondering if the world will ever be set to right again
and yet each night as I burrow under my blanket
seeking rest despite the rips in the fabric of our being
I find myself looking toward what I hope will come when I awaken
and embrace a new day
the healing, the kindness, the good in all of us
and I dream of the radiance of tomorrow
and all that could be
if we only
could
be
menders
of the rips
and pEAce it all back together again
I Might Need A Nap 