The whole world screams, “Look at me”
Yet no one looks, no one can see
How precious each one has always been
Whether we know them or call them friend
So take a breath, close your eyes
Think once more, listen for those cries
You cannot hear with physical ears
And watch for signs of unseen tears
We are born to love, all, not one
And we must admit our day is not done
Until we show love even if only by bowing our heads
As we kneel reverently by our beds
And petition for those we may not know
So the love inside us can blossom and grow
Sorry, kids, it is poetry month. I think we might all need a little healing poetry in our souls right now. Hope you and your loved ones are well and safe...
and not driving each other TOO crazy.
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