Why is there so much pain?

I am touched
by the stories
of Syrian refugees
trying to find their way
to safety

I am touched.

I am touched by the young men
Drumming

Drumming for the missing and the murdered
Touched.

I am touched by the pain and the sadness
in their eyes
in their eyes and in their hearts
touched.

Why is there so much pain?
The young girl asks her mother
touched.

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Fire

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It’s the end of the day
And I’m tired
And I don’t want to write about fire

The fire that is in our hearts
The fire that destroys the forest
in one fell swoop

Standing in the desert alone
The fire consumes a five story sculpture
That took all year to make
Burns it to dust

All art must be destroyed
And the fire in our heart must be kindled
Built up until it’s raging

Putting your blood sweat and tears into your real work
Nothing more,
Nothing less.

Build a fire.

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