Grace

Trying to take it all in,

hurts sometimes.

The divisiveness,

the disparity,

the hate,

anger,

suffering,

outside my door

overwhelms me.

Violence which rips

your heart out,

sickens me.

I want to turn away.

It is too much.

I doubt we can endure.

But then,

I feel a softer, smaller

hand cover mine.

“It is going to be fine,”

he tells me

in a tone mature

beyond his ten years.

The compassion in his eyes

gives credence to his words.

The world is a better place

Because my hope

lives in it.