Tuesday, September 15, 2020

And That Will Have To Be Enough

If you can love this awful world,
Love by all means, love it to death.
I rejoice when I’m glad in it,

And don’t care how it came to this,
And don’t dread where it’s headed next,
And my candle of awareness

Of awareness is contented
Just to be here, burning clearly
While it’s burning. Just to be clear,

I wouldn’t say I’m loving it,
Or that it’s deserving of love,
But some hours I spend glad in it—

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