easter
--
i listen to a bird sing
and it is pouring down rain
i lie in bed and listen
waiting for the roof to go quiet
and then i will climb out of bed
and listen for earth worms
and green leaves breaking ground
purple petals waiting for the sun
and then i remember where i stand
and think how foolish i am
i remember last night
on the tv
on the the internet
they flash no character
across the screen
all the hate
the bad deeds
it is so hard to be heard
in this grossly broken
manufactured world
as evil eats up its prey
and finds pleasure in its own decay
why do they love it this way
i look out the window
the sky is gray
the water spouts drip
and i am alive
i will resist
good will persist
kindness will insist
and we will sing in the end
love can begin again
a chorus from the garden
every flower grows
every shape
every hue
and the windows will open
hearts too
we will call it easter
we will see the light
i will see you
you will see me
we will lament our past
we will come out of our cocoons
we will become new
we will open our arms
and whisper
peace at last
~ patty brown
art -”after rain painting”
by smona vojteskova
