Writers' Pantry #19, Birthing Hope
I so like our topic of birthing hope.
Often in these troubled times, our poems
are filled with the angst we're experiencing.
It's pervasive. We do so need an infusion
of hope! My last poem was about a sip
of hope, so here I'm counting blessings.
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United
May 10, 2020
I’ve just watched the news, and now have the blues
Dear Lord is there no good news anywhere
It’s a day to honor mothers, still looking after others
By not venturing out with faces bare
But, Lord I see the grass is green, I love the flowering trees I’ve seen
And the birds are still finding cause to sing
Things are coming up in the garden plot, petunias are blooming in the old clay pot
In spite of it all, here comes Spring!
It’s so easy to get caught up in detritus, not being thankful as each day greets us
So often we don’t take time to just be.
I’m grateful, Lord, for each new day, sorry I don’t always take time to say
How good this old world has been to me