how do I feel about going back to work?
My work is building sand castles
I worry the waves will ruin them
I worry no one will hire me
that people no longer want sand castles
that a tsunami is coming
that my children will go hungry
that my wife will have no roof over her head
that my feet will be bare
that my pockets will be empty
fear overtakes me
and I stop and face my fear
fear I say, I am facing you
and fear stares back
in the stories the hero wins easily
but here fear is strong
fear whispers
unemployment is growing
resources are dwindling
there is not enough
and I close my eyes and worship the sun
in the cold universe it burns
it shines
it lives
it is a miracle
it is my miracle
even in the winter
even on the longest night of winter
the sun still rises
victorious
miraculous
beyond thanks
beyond hope
it just burns
and I look forward too seeing it again
my eye has not yet had its fill of seeing
and who knows
something wonderful might happen
