Not a Poem, Just a Thought

Looking at my son, pondering the times, and standing in awe of the fragility and persistence of life. I don’t want him to grow up in a world in which people turn inward and hoard resources in times of crisis. I want him to know generosity and hope, even in the midst of intense pressure.

I guess that begins with me.

What kind of world do we want to leave behind?

Best to start now.