Come Now,
There are wretched
fights we could have
over differences of opinions,
we could shout
and call each other names,
prove our points again and again
amid the thump thump cadence
of our too-much-human hearts
But the hour grows late,
the climate contrary,
and all the fight in me
would rather grow vegetables
and plant trees
for generations of creatures and people
who may be no relation at all
except by heart
The future
will come unbidden
whether we shake hands
and rise to meet it together
or quarrel with ourselves
to the end, so let us
walk in sweet togetherness
rather than bitter separation
Come now, the sea is rising,
the earth claps her hands
and rocks the ground,
trying with every kind of weather
to reach her fractious babes,
but we cannot seem to listen
over the sound of our own
terrible thoughts and deeds
Haven’t we already proven
that hate makes skeletons
of us all
much sooner than necessary?
And over here, have you noticed
trees are budding along their tips
and the squirrels are basking
in the almost spring sun
What a world of beauty we ignore
in order to prove
we are in the running
for a fast race
to the finish line of humanity,
where no one wins, while
the birds sing the sun awake
and new leaves unfurl
Come now, there is no reason
more important
than the light sparkling from your eyes
into mine, than your smile
sharing this human story,
there is no reason
more important
than this
A message of hope
Flickering flame of
Compassion lighting a
Path of reason
out of the uncertain
Dark
Thanks, Bill!
How sweet! Nice timing, much needed.
Thanks, Andie!