I was so horrified by what transpired in our nation’s capital yesterday that I set out to write a scathingly angry piece. However, it just got darker and darker still, the more I edited — and I was dragging myself under. So instead, I turned to blissful whimsy. I will return to being pissed off tomorrow.
a tear can cloud the brightest day
song will brush those clouds away
is not sadness just a passing state
but what melody can alleviate
a tune played true as voices ring
little sorrows flee from such display
thing is, too few will dare to sing
and thus succumb to much dismay
yet when life is lived in harmony
what sorrow you feel will quickly fade
joy shared in chorus works perfectly
it swells the soul in love’s serenade
is it not foolish to stem bliss’s bloom
to see naught but the dark and gloom
sing — let beautiful light the room
rob kistner © 2021
and yet what joy it is to sing
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