“Stop this! I just want to live in peace…”
Her plea has echoed in my mind all week, a woman interviewed in Baghdad after the worst single car-bomb attack in 13 years. This poem is for her, those in Louisiana, Minnesota, Texas and all others throughout the world who want the violence to end.
Suicide bombs, murder, unprecedented violence,
hatred and rage I don’t understand.
Apprehension, upheaval, crisis,
so many live in fear…
Yet in my backyard,
songbirds twitter happily,
butterflies flit amongst flowers,
I sip coffee in peaceful, serene setting.
In my world,
on tranquil evening,
I stroll down country road,
witness stunning prairie sunset.
Why am I so blessed while others suffer?
In memory of my Aunt Jeanne who passed away on May 13, 2007. I vividly recall the details expressed in this poem… “Those who touch our lives, stay in our hearts forever…”
Gentle, slow, steady…
a perfect rain
blades of grass turn brilliant green
buds burst open on waiting trees
tulips sparkle with raindrops
robins, goldfinch, sparrows
dart amongst feeders and shrubs
a warbler lands on the windowsill
briefly watching, beckoning – come join us
I would head outdoors
to walk in this warm spring shower
feel the rain on my face
refresh my spirit, cheer my soul
but the new life outside saddens me
someone I love is being taken away
ravaged by unrelenting cancer
there is nothing I can do
so I bake, prepare food
for care-giving family and friends
tomorrow I will visit, say goodbye
I want to share the joy of spring
give strength, courage, hope
but am helpless to stop the pain
I cannot cure, only try to comfort
will I find the right words?
the rain continues to fall
tears rolling down my cheeks
gentle, slow, steady…
Currently spring and winter are having a tug-of-war in Manitoba, and lately it seems spring is losing. As I went for my walk yesterday, bundled in layers of winter-wear to protect myself from snow-pellets and the cold, north wind gusting from 35 – 50 km/hour, this was the kind of morning I was dreaming of…
Crisp morning air
refreshes the spirit…
blows away cobwebs
of anxiety and worry
to join wispy clouds
in azure sky.
through lofty oaks.
This peaceful morning
calms and renews,
for a new day.