When I feel despair about
The way things are
Or hopeless about
What is to come.
When I feel lost,
No longer sure of the paths
I am to follow.
When I have worn myself out
In anger or in worry.
I catch a glimpse
Of the blip of time
In which I live.
A fungus on a stump.
A stream of water carving a path through a boulder.
Prophets preaching in the wilderness
Or bearing witness on the street corner.
Let me not give up.
But, instead, hold on to
The long view.
Believing that the arc of history
Moves towards love,
Towards justice,
Towards life.
Show me my part
In this long journey.