This is all that was left.
A few swan feathers on the ground after they and the other water birds had been disturbed by something.
A fox, perhaps.
The lake felt empty. Void of life.
All I could do was stand and bear witness…
And then to stand with empty hands before the enormity of the violence and terror that has found its way into many places in our world.
Empty hands, yet choosing hope.
So I stand.
~ The poet Tom Hirons makes the distinction between hope and optimism, which I found helpful: that hope is a quality of spirit that keeps us alive…