Dani quoted a haunting poem on her blog recently (HERE) and it has stuck with me.

Thought I’d share it here today. On a beautiful morning, pregnant with the promise of summer, it is a sobering reminder (to me) that good fortune (and fair weather) must not be taken for granted.

From the poem “what they did yesterday afternoon” by Warshan Shire :

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered