Could writing poems
be our antidepressant
of choice when the times are rough?
~
That, and our downers
when euphoria erupts!
Like lyrical lithium.
Could writing poems
be our antidepressant
of choice when the times are rough?
~
That, and our downers
when euphoria erupts!
Like lyrical lithium.
Must we seek meaning
in the eyes of that Divine
lest we find despair?
~
Where love is present,
the eyes of the Divine shine
and banish despair.
Why do we mistake
human interpretations
for divine exhortations?
~
“Made in God’s image”
leads us to believe we see
through the Divine’s eyes.
Can we not wake up,
after all the gluttony ,
to some human compassion?
~
Perhaps we should start
with one simple intent – to
give as well as get.
What should the little
piggy who has roast beef do
when some little piggies have none?
~
Invite them over!
Roast beef tastes much better with
a little bacon garnish.
When fear and hunger
bring out the worst in us all,
how can we find harmony?
~
Harmony may be
a stretch, but we can begin,
as others have, with a song.
Do we want to be
governed by love or fear –
A choice for all seasons?
~
Love’s warm governance
steadies the terrorized heart
when fear’s icy grasp returns.
What can poets do
to soften blows and mend wounds
when disaster strikes?
~
Poets remind us
of eternal verities
and the depths within.
Is it true you’ve been
designing cups of reason
for the holiday season?
~
Reason, being scarce,
did not need designer cups
so I sought absurd instead.
Since some things remain
eternal and unchanging,
must we be more flexible?
~
Openness serves us
when dealing with certainties
of whatever kind.