when the day is long,
and trouble seems to curl the edges of our wood,
and grief creeps in thru the cracks-
or tragedy seems inevitable,
for it is longer than the day,
stronger than the shavings made by the plane of life…
and our hearts are not some brittle plank but subtle fresh, and green –
and nothing, no thing, is inevitable….
so cuddle each other in all gentlenesses…..
help heal the world.