When you’re

seeking something

to be grateful for,

look upon the sunset

and recall

how wonderful it is

that creation wasn’t formed

in only black and white.



and hurricanes

deceive us

when they change course,

letting us believe

that disaster can

weave around us,

when death is a tempest

that will not miss.


It’s not a symptom

of disrespect

or irreverence

to want America to be better,

but is instead of the purest love:

a love that wants

to carry

something even higher.


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