I love poetry. This poem by George Santayana says so much. It still moves me. In a world of chaos and political and social turmoil, in a landscape of global pandemics, in a world of economic uncertainty, it can be overwhelming and challenging to hold fast to truth, to mercy, to compassion, to love, to hope, to faith, to our shared humanity. But I find inspiration in this rhyme.
There may be chaos still around the world
There may be chaos still around the world,
This little world that in my thinking lies;
For mine own bosom is the paradise
Where all my life's fair visions are unfurled.
Within my nature's shell I slumber curled,
Unmindful of the changing outer skies,
Where now, perchance, some new-born Eros flies,
Or some old Cronos from his throne is hurled.
I heed them not; or if the subtle night
Haunt me with deities I never saw,
I soon mine eyelid's drowsy curtain draw
To hide their myriad faces from my sight.
They threat in vain; the whirlwind cannot awe
A happy snow-flake dancing in the flaw.
~George Santayana
In the midst of it all, I remain a happy snowflake dancing in the flaw.
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