Sometimes it feels like one step forward Two-three-four-five steps back. We cannot escape our clay feet, And calloused hearts. The headlines for a moment spread hope, Then in a breath tilt back into cynicism. Despair lurks at our door, The planet twists and turns, Buffeted by all kinds of storms. The nations rage and rumble, The tongue is so often a flippant fire, The rivers of justice are dammed, The streams of righteousness stemmed, Yet even as injustice rears its head, There are places where humility kneels, Places where kindness crosses boundaries, Places where truth and mercy embrace. Quiet places, merciful people, Tea lights of hope, inextinguishable.