I resist/deny the feelings of despair passing through...
instead, they shore up my lagging trust in goodness
and renew my determination to believe
and envision the world I long for.
I'm learning this involves the ability to see
tiny threads tightly woven into the fabric...
sometimes hidden, sometimes invisible.
The lone man standing in a room of predators,
holding his own, showing his dignity,
displaying true decency and truth.
His courage and grace replenishes my spirit.
Namaste'
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