You peruse me
A sneering grin
Evil glint in eye
Ready to tear down
My very foundations.
Why, you ask,
Why do you believe there’s good in the world?
The world is not a vampire
It is a cold calculator
Without need or emotion or thought
it just is
People are not sheep
They are wolves in sheep’s clothing
Waiting only for night to fall
Before ripping at each other’s throats
Because you are young and blind
To the rotten core of this world?
Is it because your life is smooth
As silk and sweet as sugar?
Is it because you could not bear to know these things
Without wanting to die?
Because you were told?
Because you had no other choice?
No, I say to you.
Lilacs bloom outside my house
During the springtime, and the fragrance
Wafts into my room like a long lost sister.
Because when sunlight strikes the ocean
It scintillates and shines brighter than
Any solid thing.
Because our basketball team
Won four State Championships in a row.
Because there is a library five seconds
Down the stairs from my room, ten if I feel lazy.
Because my family let me believe in
Dragons until I was twelve years old.
Because a career exists that is
Solely devoted to making people laugh.
Because the oxygen flowing freely and invisibly
All around you could become part of your children.
Because everyone dreams of a better world,
Even if that world isn’t their own.
Not because these things have
Inherent beauty but
I look up at the night sky
Thousands of pinpricks of light
Each one a star
Thousands of light years away
Which obscures another thousand
Stars another million, billion, trillion
Gazillion light years away
And witnessing the vastness of the universe
I do not cower and quake in fear, I revel
In the beauty of infinite possibility.
I wonder. I am in awe
And maybe something was lost
When ‘wonderful’ and ‘awesome’
came to mean ‘great’ and when
‘Great’ became ‘good’ and when
‘Good’ became ‘something that
Because I can tell you that
The Universe is a
Place, but it is not always
To our benefit.
Because in a world so mind-blowingly
Large it must be the tiny things that matter the most.
Because I recognize beauty
That has nothing to do
With my own survival.
Yet once again you say
“Why do you believe in good?”
I’ll make the answer simple this time.
Because of love.
The love I receive?
The love I give back.