The loudest voice
cannot charm a robin into singing.
The hardest fist
will never be the most comforting
to a crying babe.
The fastest runner
is not the best traveler
under water.
We need leaders who honor
the stories of sunflowers
clearing the soil
after floods pollute the fields.
The world aches
for the gentle wisdom
of morning light
and a day that opens
full of hope.
This is the commerce of healing.
This is the economy of soul:
Enough to trust.
Enough to share.
Grace is ephemeral
and eternal.
Like the trail of a slug
that leaves its silver mark
on the day.
Like morning, and water
and a baby in its mother’s arms.
Love is the only superlative needed.