Wednesday Riff: Giants

There are days when the world seems
Too hard, too lost, too painful,
The hills higher than they were before,
The valleys darker and the roads longer.
The giants loom large, and I feel stuck,
Unable to find a catapult to bring them down.
Life’s headlights dazzle and confuse me,
And I stand blinking in the beams.
I’m sure I’m not alone,
Weakness, doubts, fears, confusion…
These are shared languages of humanity.
As the storms rage and the rhetoric flies,
All I can do is stand, or sit, kneel, or curl up,
And send up cries for help and for strength,
And for the kind of hope that never dies.

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