What To Do With All The Noise
A poem
Perhaps you could find a rhythm deep within it,
and find a way to make a dance.
Perhaps you could cut through the muck,
and marry the melody and the harmony and
compose a gorgeous song.
Perhaps you could find a way to be still,
to hear the cries beneath the chatter and learn
how to soothe them through it all.
Or maybe you could find a way to carry
the hopelessness in one too many hearts;
so that you may perhaps lessen their load,
and ease their strain, and dry their tears,
and hold their hands as we all find our way
to a place where happiness is plentiful
and joy is palpable
and hope abounds.
Maybe that’s what you could do.
Maybe that’s what we all could, too.
Maybe.
Maybe.
May it be.