I Believe (Even in these Dangerously Beautiful Times)
I believe in the power of the sun
In the notion that ideas can change the clouds’ formations
A snowflake’s aim and determination
To comfort a lonely, barren mountain peak
I believe in the recklessness of love
The ameliorative benefits of human connection
I sense hope in the certainty of death
Despite the tragedies of senseless ambitions
The citizens shout fire and gas and chains
And the pulpits do not hide their bold intentions
I sense hope in a journey through the birth canal
And in the selfishness of procreation
I hear change in the wind between guitar strings
In verses, in strokes, in midnight proclamations
In parked cars abandoned by hungry, eager feet
In a city street, in a mass amalgamation
I hear change in the measured responses to unanswered questions
Because even the patient have their limitations
--Ernest Morrell
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