Black Liturgies (excerpt) - Cole Arthur Riley

It can feel foolish
to marvel at the stars
when the world is burning
or to find the world beautiful 
when you've known it
to betray you.

But wonder is
a liberation practice
a reminder that we contain
more than tragedy.
Beauty is our origin
and our anchor.

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