What a Hurt, Broken, yet Wonderful World

It’s a strange time.

This Passover, Jews around the world are sheltering in their homes as children ask “Why is this night different from all other nights?”, even though every night now feels the same.

This Holy Week, Christians across the globe are wondering how to celebrate a resurrection while so many are dying.

This year, millions all over the planet are suffering from the same hunger, illness, exploitation, and insecurity as they did long before – and will long after – COVID-19 gave pause to those of us with privilege.

I rewrote the lyrics to Thiele and Weiss’ “What a Wonderful World” to capture my mixed feelings of despair and hope at the moment. Thanks, always, to the brilliant Mr Louis Armstrong, who lived his life in a world that denied him rights and yet still saw great beauty. We owe him and so many others so much more. May we use these days to give it to them.

And please – add a verse! What’s giving you hope these days? Share a few lines in the comments. I’ll start…

Satchmo sang it best! But comment below to add a verse of hope for these bittersweet times.


Heal our Hurt, Broken World

I see war and greed
Famine and flu
All of our hate
Will kill me and you
And I think to myself
What a hurt, broken world

I hear thousands cry
Trauma and woe
We’ve caused more harm
Than we even know
Yet I hope to myself
We might heal this hurt world

The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the skies
Are also on the masks worn
By nurses saving lives
I see strangers cross streets
Waving “How do you do?”
Keeping their distance
To save you

I see milk dropped off
For Old John next door
Hands lending aid
Without keeping score
And I know in my heart
We could heal this hurt world

Yes, I ask you today
Help me heal this hurt world

3 Replies to “What a Hurt, Broken, yet Wonderful World”

  1. I see love so deep
    And smiles so bright
    Kids calling grandma
    To FaceTime good night
    And I think to myself
    There is hope for this world

  2. I see streams of blue
    And leaves of green
    Even in cities
    The air is now clean
    And i think to myself
    There is hope for the World

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