In the wake of battles and inauguration at the Capital, as I looked through poems written in the past 4 years, this one spoke to me and my hope for all our healing:

Where to Begin

Yes, there is too much hate.
Near, far, so many people
fighting each other.
 
And in my heart?
 
Not just a seed, 
a full-grown weed
camouflaged 
within a righteous garden
of white flowers,
fiery flowers,
conviction, 
feels-so-good zeal,
unquestioned.
 
The inner root grows deepest,
is hardest to see,
and is unbearably painful to pull
 
with my own loving hands 
from my own frightened chest.
 

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