Lumineers on Vinyl
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.
The Voice
February 2026
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