Lumineers on Vinyl

I need pretty things; 

I need the Lumineers singing 

about flowers on vinyl, and 

I need stained glass bubbles twinkling 

in the window, and 

to see my poetry scrawled in 

my messy yet fairytale-like cursive; 

I need delicate words and 

watercolors on thick paper, and 

roses red and beautiful; 

There are so many problems 

with our nation, our 

world, and 

so many people lie wounded in their 

hearts and their bodies in 

the streets we have left them in, and 

there are eyes that shimmer with nothing 

but the all-consuming loss of hope, and 

at some point the universe is destined 

for destruction, with 

humanity crying out for forgiveness that 

we'll be gone before we ever 

receive, and 

yet 

I need pretty things; 

Perhaps that is what 

we all need: to 

listen for beauty in 

every heartbeat of life, because 

it lives within our 

every moment, and 

we just need to listen.