I’m so tired of war and rumors of war
That I find myself severely obsessed
With the thoughtless acts of a heartless core
Who strut about with much power possessed.
Can’t we return to the lost days of yore
When men had the courage to fight distress
And agree upon an alternate door
As the waste of war did wisemen impress !
Ever after once in awhile
On the darkest day to be found
The hidden sun reveals a smile
And the earths gladness does resound.
In but an instant here and there
You can note an ecstatic sight
The sun peeks thru the sudden flare
And our wee space glows ever bright.
A world that’s drowning in darkness
Lurks about like the stranger lost
To seek hearts bearing true kindness
While not discounting the cost.
The clouds break together once more
Simple as day following dawn
And our strengths grow stronger before
We renew our faith as reborn.
Claire V. Bogdanos 