after “A Brief for the Defense”
Speak of the many being born,
their unspoiled eyes will open
to a world you cannot imagine.
Take comfort in those who believe in kindness
and those who walk into flames,
undeterred by fury, by vengeance.
Amid the barren plains of scorn,
bathe your soul in the laughter of loved ones
in the stillness of a cool mountain morning,
in music that rises with the wind,
even in harmonies from dampened dreams
in a world forever becoming.
Remember: where you walk is hallowed ground.
You have seen the pale face of sorrow
reach beyond the borders of skin.
You are but one vessel and the ocean is deep.
Do not despair.
Speak softly. Tender ears are learning to listen.
