Could there be
inspiration in all
this world's weariness
and disenchantment?
Could there be
a lyrical song in all
this discordant
noise?
I look at my son
and I remember those
first dark days
after his birth.
Love is not always
shining or magical
or blooming
but there is one thing
I know it is
and it is
sacred.
(Feb. 23, 2010)
