I read the news and come to these words by Thich Nhat Hahn:

This, my dear, is the greatest challenge to being alive: to witness injustice in the world and not allow it to consume our light.

And this poem by Thich Nhat Hanh: 

For Warmth

I hold my face in my two hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep the loneliness warm—
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.