Turn off the t.v.
Unplug the phone

Sit with
Anger
Fear
Grief

Enough anger to ignite
Internecine wars

Grief to float 1,000 ships
And fear
My traveling companion
My ever-present friend.

Sit until the arrows of hatred
Morph into petals of
Flowers
Falling from heaven
Fresh with dew
Gathered from tears.

Falling as blessings
On friend and foe alike

‘Til fear has no place to hide.

Posted by kind permission of the poet