To 'Hopeless' Poem by Saiom Shriver

I've had these feelings...
when I knew ny parent would die,
for instance

In my nonomniscient opinion they pass...
some sleep, others eat, things like chocolate or pasta...
one group listens to music,
another gets out in company,
or specifically with a support group...

or physically moves to get endorphins going...
or basks in the sun or goes to a movie
and is magnetized to the seashore
or finds a quiet place in which to
sort out thoughts... in an undefined
or in a meditative prayerful way

God lives inside each of us...
and can at any moment awaken
forever the fountains of joy
within... with a rod infinitely
greater than any a human
being wielded.

God bless us all. We're all
facing frightening weather
patterns, news of wars,
suffering of loved ones,
private crosses.