Let It Be

Let there be light,
let there be groceries,
let there be justice,
let there be gas
to fill the car.
Let there be love,
let there be calm
in the neighborhood,
let there be peace,
let there be lights
on the posts on the street
to shine on our way home.

Is it too much to ask
of our complacent, teetering world
for there to be simple things
that keep us safely
from work to home and perhaps
a night out once in a while?
Is it permitted to ask
of a damaged, still lovely land
that we are allowed out to see
an unbroken promise of peace —
or let it be broken, browbeaten,
yet still intact enough to guard?

Let there be ghosts,
let there be spirits,
let there be benevolent wraiths
to watch us as if we were whole.
Let there be lovers,
let there be flags
of war or of binding,
let us have a truth in words
that aligns with
how deeply we yearn.

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onward,
T