Could writing poems

be our antidepressant 

of choice when the times are rough?

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That, and our downers

when euphoria erupts!

 Like lyrical lithium.

Must we seek meaning

in the eyes of that Divine

lest we find despair?

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 Where love is present,

the eyes of the Divine shine

and banish despair. 

Why do we mistake

 human interpretations

for divine exhortations?

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“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?

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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?

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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?

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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.