we only know to sigh—
sighs too deep for words—
You know the bent to violence.
You know the hate—
the horizons of living drawn in so close
You know the rigid adherence
to certainty and being right
that preclude grace and trust and wonder.
You know the pettiness—the selfishness.
So You know grief.
You know the worst of the world
You do not allow
Yourself to be defined by it—
nor to be defined against it.
And so always extend all the possibilities