Carol A. Hand
Wrapped in a cocoon of protective covers that embraced me,
trusting that what happened as I slept was meant to be,
Ancestor’s kept me safe and warm throughout the night.
I awaken early in the grey predawn light
unaware of where I traveled while my body lay at rest.
Slowly, I emerge from my blanketed nest.
As I greet the morning I contemplate questions that will not cease.
I know some of the what’s and how’s of things in a very superficial way.
But it’s the why’s I want to understand. Why war and cruelty? Why not peace?
I’ll keep searching for answers to these questions on this and every future day.
In the meantime I’ll live simply and find moments to witness beauty and grace.
That’s crucial in an era where fear, destruction, and greed are monsters we all need to face.
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