Social Justice Poetry

A Well-Lighted Life | A Social Justice Poem by Diane Woodward Dorff

On a Wednesday evening,
Sparkling lights on bare assembled birch wood trees
Illuminate my living room.

Trees that are meant for Christmas;
That are meant for my yard.
But they will stay here in my living room;

For clarity, for vision.
A blanket of hope
As I survive this dark and dangerous election;
So much colder, darker, more brutal than the winds in my frosty front yard.

And so

the forest of lights sparkles like twinkling bells, scattering
starlight and fills this room with fervent hope.


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