I stumbled across a poem I wrote a few years ago. I wrote the words while much of the world was overcome with fear and despair. It would be a lie to say that I felt none of those things. I can say though, with certainty, that hope was much bigger than any fear or despair that I felt.

It was the hope (and a cool head) that I tried to impress upon my family. Despite the things we had to overcome at that time, we had a wonderful time spending hours upon hours together. In what will be remembered as a dark cloud in world history, there were still blessings to be counted.

Really Matters

Just when the hours were no longer fitting into each day.

And many nights found me weeping, head in my hands.

Thoughts were reactive and words seemed only for display.

All creative energy was emptied just meeting demands…(click on the link above for the rest of the poem)