I Still Believe
Even when the world is screaming outside the door
Testing my resolve
Challenging my faith of this world
Expressing an ideology that is disheartening
I still believe in the beauty of this life
Because I see it
in the faded photos and concert tickets in my wallet
in the blooms of flowers in the park
in the wave from a stranger as I drive
I still believe in the beauty of this life
Because I hear it
in the laughter at the dinner table
in the new music suggested by a friend
in the bedtime stories I read to my children
I still believe in the beauty of this life
Because I feel it
in the grasp of my wife’s hand
in the sun’s heat in the afternoon
in my head as a poem unfolds onto the page
I still believe in the beauty of this life
Because I smell it
in the aroma of blueberry muffins
in the storm early in the morning
in the new pair of shoes for my growing children
I still believe in the beauty of this life
Because I taste it
in the ice cream my daughter shares with me
in my morning cup of coffee
in my morning cup of coffee
in the sweat from losing another game of one-on-one
I still believe
It allows me to open my front door
to the the beauty of this world
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