A Reflection and a Lament
Morning came and I greeted the first light of day piercing around the blind and curtain,
birds chirping, leaves rustling
Faith for a new day
yet the aches and pain, older age, and worry still remain
Hands so strong in younger days, now bowl drops and shatters, shards all over the place
Words from my mouth cursed the day and even said the end ‘oh I long for that day’
Journaling and reading to The good book I go “For You have cast all my sins behind Your back:"
and then a message text comes to lift,
like fragrance of a rose 🌹
Shared memory recalling our time together
where she perceived something of me,
This love gesture makes the day brighter
Reflecting back to a picture of her on a bridge
not sure what she was saying or the reflection she saw
her mind seemed occupied far and away
more than she was concerned with that day
Already we’ve seen her grow,
so beautiful, her eye lashes larger than life,
Blue hair tie and curls from a ponytail dangling,
gazing to the stream
Springtime time has come and blossoms bloom
As her life too
The water running sound so soft
She stairs as to the future further down her way
There are things I would not want her to take from me
the words I say at times and the feeling low valleys
The one thing I hope she gains
the love we have for her remains
Her blue ponytail tie and
To lie motionless -for her
Soon she would be running
flowers to pick, waters to wade
She calls out to her brother not far away
So can love and care really save the day -I think so
Can words have thought unimportant lift spirits from the depth
Carrying on is possible through shattered days, harsh words and a lonely place
So, take time, stare deep into that reflection you see
and be thankful for exactly the way it is
don’t wish your life away or desire another’s lot
For God’s loves - so He bought
So glad her mom wasn’t shopping with her that day, that city and place
the day hearts were broken
broken never to mend
“How dare you” is cried by family and friends
Change does need to happen in the Heart,
Of me first than our leaders and nations and laws
So deep is the thread of hate and evil
That new means needs to be sure-Government budget and staff accountable
things that happened that day and that city in that place
Need never to happen again.
Specially to protect our family and our fragrant Rose 🌹
(A Reflection and Lament,
Glimpse poetry, by Joe Holuta)
Note
Other peoples and countries look to the USA for guidance and example,
Civilization at its best making strides in human rights,
Yet we just witnessed the deadliest hate crime against African Americans since the Rosewood Massacre of 1923.
This should not be and can not be.
Other poems reflecting
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