Doubts and Loves

This poem by the late Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai remains one of my favorites. I read it often to remind me that a hardened heart admits no light and accepts no hope.

Doubts and Loves

From the place where we are right

flowers will never grow

in the Spring.

The place where we are right

is hard and trampled

like a yard.

But doubts and loves

dig up the world

like a mole, a plough.

And a whisper will be heard in the place

where the ruined

house once stood.

Justice is compassion raised to an institutional level.

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Think of a giant umbrella. Under that umbrella are all of the programs and acts of compassion that we see – and don’t see – around us in Winston-Salem.
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