Thoughts from a Mote of Light

As written to myself, this week past, in the wake of just one more 2020 thing…

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Today, a revelation:

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The world is a great and terrible;

So it has always been.

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It gets worse, and worse, and worse.

And it gets better.

(It’s… a mood.)

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A dark sun blinds

As sure as any other,

If you stare.

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Hurt, fear, and sorrow

Have a lengthy half-life,

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And hope’s a song too easily forgotten.

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Therefore,

My dear, you must

Turn from the void

Whene’er you can.

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Remember motes of light;

The taste of strawberries.

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Keep a record

Of the right things in your sphere,

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So when the dark comes crushing down,

You’ve lost the tune

And cannot move your gaze,

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The truth remains

In reach

Where you can find (if not believe) it.

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Give the you

That has a broader view

The chance to testify;

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The you that,

Given time,

May yet return

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Just long enough

To add a bar or two.

“So Mote It Be” by Tirzah Duncan