Small things with grace.
Small things with joy.
Small things with grounded hope.

Hope that there is good in this world.
Actually … confidence in that.
Recognition.
Awareness. 
It is so.

I am not denying there is also evil.
I am just refusing to let that
Be the whole reality
Or to cloud my soul to all else. 

I’ve been letting myself believe
That if I can’t make everything better 
I can’t do anything at all

The truth is more expansive. 
There is room for grace and beauty.
I will hold a space for that. 

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