Stories circle our world, this global community.
The girl at the station smiles wide
at the stranger. Stemming for a blink
the tears streaming down their cheeks.
Love left on another bus, her heart breaks.
But in time she remembers the smile, and
says there is hope, in a world that feels dark.
The busker strumming a long-forgotten
song, that reminds the old man
of a lost loved one.
And in the ringing of a chord,
the image of their smile sits in his eyes.
The boy holding a rose for the girl
he loves. She shyly smiles and kisses
his cheek. He burns roses onto his own skin
and sees a wave of future tides.
The nurse holding the hand
of the lone patient - no friends or family
to speak, taking their last
breath. The nurse holding back
their own grief, to gift
dignity and respect.
The blood donor who saves
a child miles away, and the
parent who had given up hope.
The child grows to become
a doctor, saving many lives of her own.
The parent full of pride believes in the world again.
The teacher that inspires the mind
of the lost child to find stories
in the worlds of dusty school textbooks.
He says, “One day I'll be a writer,”
and in time finds his pen.
The neighbour knocking a door in winter,
to offer warming conversation
and a trip to the local store.
The first face they had seen in weeks.
The librarian that points out tales
that the reader would find full of wonder,
as they devour book after book,
finding meaning in the tales
hidden underneath the main storylines.
The poet that shares the love of the word
with a classroom of children that think
they have no allies in this world.
Inspiring them to see what they can become.
To show that there is always a loving arm
to place around everyone.
The community leader who plans a festival,
bringing together people from near and far
to smile and share awareness and joy.
The mother who struggles to gather her thoughts
as the child plays on her mind every day.
The seedlings of stories, birthed into
a new day fall and land, to grow
into a new tree. The stone thrown
into the sea. Each impact creates
ripples as important as any other.
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