exhausted? walking step step trying to make sense of a mess the massive monster mess ah the personal and systemic expand and contract

can I try to love this person directly in front of me?

can I try to receive the love offered to me? (even when I don't think it's form is what I need)

can I trust God is making of our mess magic, art, weaving a story so special

can I maybe speak into darkness so disillusioned and pregnant with pain the truth of light of love of joy of peace

can I?