Refuge

Take refuge in the fact
that there are people
this morning who walked
into open fields
to feed the goats
and collect the eggs.

Take refuge in the fact
that there are people
this morning who made
love, heeding only the alarm
of bodies needing each other.

Take refuge in the fact
that a poet somewhere
is looking out the window,
mumbling to himself
as angels deliver him
his next lines.

Take refuge in the fact
that there are people
this morning changing
bed pans and scrubbing in.

Take refuge in the fact
that love's frequency
can shatter glass houses
from miles away,
that some people
will never sell their souls
to the devils of commerce,

and that a beggar
turned the petal
into a prayer bead
in your closed fist,
though you didn't
catch his name.