A poem dealing with the difficulties of life seemed apropos for the moment we find ourselves in. With the Covid-19 pandemic ongoing and worsening in many places, travel limitations and the inability to spend the holiday with family, to work stress and just the general stress of life, sometimes we must ask tough questions and cry out to the Universe for answers. Thus, poetry, perhaps the best and most honest form of crying out when the going gets tough.
Difficulties
Sit with, walk with the person on the other end of the line.
My instinct is to throw that coffee cup bearing the cross and flame,
Smash it to bits on the tile floor.
But I don't.
Life is hard, and cleaning up the fragments would only be harder.
I instead cry out in spirit, in solidarity with the one I've just spoken with,
Asking, pleading to make it easier, better.
Can the cross do that?
