Maybe

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Maybe

There’s nothing to say

About what terrible things come to pass

Of those who endure them

Of those who inflict them

Of the long, lonely journey that leads someone off the path of belovedness

And into the cavern of malice

Turning friends into enemies

Children into orphans

Men into monsters

The warm light of love

Into cold, empty aching.


Maybe 

There’s nothing to say

If all of our saying is what led man astray.

Then we who shout and point fingers

Should stop, silent, and open our hands

We might reach out with love and grasp a wandering one

Before he has gone too far into the darkness.

You belong

You are loved

We are one


For it is only love, not empty words

That turn enemies into friends

Orphans into children

Monsters into men

And the cold, empty aching

Into the warm light of love.





This poem was inspired by this quote:

This my dear

is the greatest challenge to being alive.

To witness injustice in the world

and not allow it to consume our light

~Thich Nhat Hanh

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