Good Intentions

The world means well.

Life means well.

Let these be the thoughts that rise when experience sinks you below a comfortable horizon.

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In times of strife and restlessness, I take solace in the idea that every cell of every natural thing is born with good intentions;

This goodness so often meets with darkness and becomes

dimmed

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ill

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twisted

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bitter

When Heaven knows

We all want happiness

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peace

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health

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and a sense of belonging

And there is unity in our shared experience of challenge:

We all cry

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struggle

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lose clarity

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and feel pain

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I believe in light renewed

for those powerful enough to know how to be their own new dawn.

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And I pray for those weakened by sadness, illness, rancor or shame

to learn the art of rising.

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xoxox,

Allison