Across seasons of chaos,
we may find ourselves
consumed by a sense of futility.
Our designs for a better world,
reduced to embers of old intent.
In these times, above others, we must
train our spirit and attention towards
the vitality of building community.
We must prize the reverberations
of our limbs, senses and words,
for we are too flippant in deeming them
ordinary.
Revived and grounded by purpose,
we may find the horizon changed,
or more likely,
see it anew.
