It takes resolve and a willing heart

to filter harsh words, 

to hear the robin’s song

when the sky is filled with crows.

It’s especially hard when the day’s been marred

and we long for a bit of rest,

 but sometimes it’s then,

 when we’re weary and the heart begins to close

that we’re greeted by a child’s laugh,

 the gurgling of a brook,

or a happy song on the radio of a

nearby waiting car.

It takes resolve and a willing heart

and the capacity to push restart.

JDG