by: Rebecca Taylor

Too easy to miss the happiness in each day

Bad news and rough endings

Fill the television and papers

Somewhere in the world at every moment

Good shines through but often goes unseen

We must join together to find this glow

And bring it forward

As hands work together to make an upward seesaw

Of peace and joy around our eclectic world

Angels will dance in heaven applauding our efforts

As we hope someday this is all that will be seen.