This Morning's Paper takes us on a journey of the soul, from the initial reading of a tragic event in the morning paper to the balm that can be found in nature and in the strength of spirit.
I opened this morning's paper
Sixty degrees and sunny.
But wait, it says a child died...
three years old...
shot in his own home...
a stray bullet...
and the drought in Africa
continues to take lives.
Everything is as is should be.
If everything is as it should be,
then why do I feel I'm hanging on by a thread?
There is no need for self pity.
There is no need to feel I've been wronged.
And so I stand on the ground, the earth that bore me
reaching my hands up to the sun.
I ask my eyes be open,
to see things as they truly are.
For when a heart goes on a journey,
sometimes it's hard to find the way home.
Then the wild geese fly over head
and the bubbling stream flows to the sea.
The blue sky slips through the branches of he oak.
I lay my head against her rough skin and cry.