Darkness will not cover me
Nor will I stumble down rabbitholes
that lead only to despair.
I still have eyes to see horror
And ears to hear lamentations;
A brain to move aside the curtain where the wizard stands, naked and unmasked.
I will count the gifts at my door, the good hearts I hear beating, the bits of bright hope like embers in a fire.
Linda Moser Langer
January 19, 2017