To Being Again (Take 2)

A person can stand in a shower
And think that it rains all the time.
A person can stand beneath a heat lamp
And think the world is always sunny.
A person can refuse to look around
And think they hold the high ground.
A person can refuse to truly listen
And think that the world is silent.

A person can live among mirrors
And claim to see diversity.
A person can dwell within a cave
And hear echoes as consensus.
A person can hold a candle’s flame
And think it lights the night.
A person can swim in shallow seas
And claim to have plumbed the depths.

A person can build tall walls
And think division makes them safe.
A person can ignore all signs
And swear they’ve found the way.
A person can dwell in darkness
And claim the world is cruel.
A person can refuse to open doors
And claim the world is closed.

Yet even in the darkest hours,
There is love,
There is hope,
There is faith.

So sometimes …
A ray of sunshine,
A drop of rain,
A child’s tale,
A voice from the past,
A shattered mirror,
A lighthouse beam,
A patient guide,
A giant tsunami

Pierces the delusion.
And for a moment,
We remember:
The world is larger
Than our group.

And maybe …
That is enough

To begin again.