Hope

One lightning bug
lands on
my typing hand.
Is there anything
more hopeful
than saving
one stray firefly?

Yes,
but none
so emblematic,
so necessary
so gently futile.

In my palm
we walk outside,
lighting the dark
with one more
speck
of hope.

2 Comments


  1. // Reply

    I’m sure you’ve seen the story of the starfish. It ends with this statement:

    “At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, ‘It made a difference for that one.'”

    When we help one youth we give hope and may change a life forever.

    When we build systems that reach thousands of youth, we change the world.

    Link to on version of the starfish story: http://www.agiftofinspiration.com.au/stories/attitude/starfish.shtml


    1. // Reply

      Yes, no sense in cursing the firefly for getting in the house. I don’t know how it all works once I release them into the wild again. It is my fault they get lost inside in the first place, all this faux electric lumination. I owe them at least a little consideration. Actually, we owe them a lot of consideration. Thanks for relating the starfish story which inevitably is a story about empathy through imagination.

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