At the risk of being sentimental, I've been bathing myself in poetry lately and every time I climb out of the tub full of words, my mind feels so cleansed that it is able to make sense of things just for a moment before they are soiled again by the world.

Yell it out, Sassoon. The war is over.

Siegfried Sassoon

Everybody Sang

Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom
Winging wildly across the white
Orchard and dark-green fields; on; on; and out of sight.

Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted,
And beauty came like the setting sun.
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away … O but every one
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing
will never be done.

Dust of the Earth

غبار الارض

sometimes

you just need to run.