"We must have/ the stubbornness to accept our gladness/ in the ruthless furnace of this world."

So much terrible has happened on levels large and small.  And even normal things that happen to everyone, like babies with a cold or the sweet old lady sitting in the waiting room at the Mental Health clinic, are terrible...  

A friend shared this poem by Jack Gilbert recently.  It feels so much better than other poems circulating on facebook.

I wanted to come here to be happy, and it felt terrible to want to be happy.  But what else is there?