Morning thoughts as the fog lifts…

Morning thoughts as the fog lifts…

Is it possible
for the tyranny, greed,
and corruption in the world
to lift?
For wars and violence
to end?
For so-called ‘leaders’
to be banished
to an island,
or roman coliseum,
to fight
amongst themselves,
take their quarrels away
from the everyday person,
who simply wants
to live…
to wake up in their own home,
to have safety, security, peace,
to have food, water, shelter,
to be surrounded
by family and friends,
to go to work or school,
to take a quiet walk
to their favourite café,
or community park,
to stop and talk
to their neighbours on the street,
to watch the sunrise or sunset,
to sit by a lake or river,
or go to the theatre or a movie,
to gather to celebrate
or gather because they can,
when it comes down it,
and everything is stripped away,
we all just want ‘normal’,
we crave it,
we need it,
we thrive with it…
Is it possible
for the tyranny, greed,
and corruption in the world
to lift?
Is it possible
to find a new way
to lead,
to grow together,
to support one another?
Is it possible
for the fog of hate
to lift,
for light to shine through
and lead the way
to a better world?

Sandi Knight © 2025

Storms of Life

Storms of Life

The storms of life —
no one is immune,
we all must weather them.

Their power catches us off guard —
harsh, brutal, damaging,
yet beautiful, awe-inspiring.

We may come out stronger,
we may feel broken,
always altered, forever changed.

What gets us through is knowing
there is light, always light…
it finds us, leads the way.

We carry on as best we can,
finding hope, healing,
new paths, new beginnings.

Sandi Knight © 2024

At last

At last

Gentle overnight rain,
warm morning sun
coax Spring to awaken.

Blades of green reach up,
defying dreary brown
winter left behind.

Songbirds’ sweet chorus
floats through air,
lifting weary spirits.

Long-awaited season
of renewal,
finally here to stay. 

Sandi Knight © 2019

Spring Rain

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…”

 

P1150054

Spring Rain

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…

Sandi Knight © 2007