Folowing on from Crawfords post yesterday, this poem seemed apt.
It was my attempt to lift my head towards goodness when it had been bowed down in despair.
(By the way, the photo is of a wildfire that swept over a mountainside above Loch Etive a few years ago. It seemed like the end of everything. It was not.)
When you feel despair at the state of the world,
Do something small.
Ignore those voices without or deep within
Calling you fool for refusing a tyrannical logic
Achieved only by cynical wisdom –
Then do it anyway.
When you feel broken by all the cruelty the world contains,
Reach out, remembering that humanity
Can only be collectively encountered.
Allow empathy to be an umbilical conduit
For a nutrient called kindness.
What else are we for?
When overwhelmed by the size of the mountain
Walk slower, saving breath for conversation
For miles pass fast in company, then as words fade
Listen for the fat laugh
Deep down in the belly
Of all that is still becoming.