*How to have hope

My sister shared this beautiful poem by Katy Luxem with me recently and I want to share it with you as well here:

There must be something wrong with me.

In the fall, the neighbors spray their eaves,

with poison dripping like a soft rain. They’d kill

for a weedless lawn, a pest-free porch. 

But I sit outside thinking the light is honey

for us all. I’ll leave the sunflowers 

until they freeze, and let my many-legged 

thoughts go. Part of me is always hurting

for the smallest among the living. I can’t help

how I open, instead of shut before winter. 

I leave a crack. I invite the spiders in.

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