Craving Clarity |
Yesterday memory me and my kids,
Not enough to eat, kids in the street
Watch with hungry eyes, children starving
In Africa, not my story to tell, can only imagine
It, won’t watch the news, it’s too hard on my heart.
Hunger for love, a safer topic perhaps,
Hunger for clarity, this one known too well.
Mind muddy with debris from rain swollen rivers of tears
Branches and rocks sliding with river bottom mud
Not rounding the curve ahead, crashing thoughts cascading
A new waterfall over the high white walls
Staining pre-storm brilliant cliff sides a murky reddish brown
As it gouges and roils its way to the bottom
Leaving behind whole trees to block desolate roads
Making prisoner of an already compromised valley
Old maps no longer having a purpose or landmark
By which to navigate the old journey.
Each one a life cast away without meaning
Clarity of mind, a forever kind of search
Glimmers of light peek through the sodden forest ahead
Shrouded with fog, no animal sounds to be heard
Speak Hope, with a capital ‘H’ in my head.
© Rose Ann Penney
All rights reserved
Not enough to eat, kids in the street
Watch with hungry eyes, children starving
In Africa, not my story to tell, can only imagine
It, won’t watch the news, it’s too hard on my heart.
Hunger for love, a safer topic perhaps,
Hunger for clarity, this one known too well.
Mind muddy with debris from rain swollen rivers of tears
Branches and rocks sliding with river bottom mud
Not rounding the curve ahead, crashing thoughts cascading
A new waterfall over the high white walls
Staining pre-storm brilliant cliff sides a murky reddish brown
As it gouges and roils its way to the bottom
Leaving behind whole trees to block desolate roads
Making prisoner of an already compromised valley
Old maps no longer having a purpose or landmark
By which to navigate the old journey.
Each one a life cast away without meaning
Clarity of mind, a forever kind of search
Glimmers of light peek through the sodden forest ahead
Shrouded with fog, no animal sounds to be heard
Speak Hope, with a capital ‘H’ in my head.
© Rose Ann Penney
All rights reserved