Universe of Prayer

You see it’s not the end which bothers me

death is a moment, a comma in a sentence.

No the end is inevitable like a tree never to be moved.

It’s the twists, turns, babbling of human brooks,

but most of all it’s those youthful sprints we make

the hurried need, the biting words, and inbred fear

we see in others and the prejudiced nooses we make.

Sadness starts with fear of the inevitable tree.

We can, if only we try, soar above the poplars,

maples, oaks, and redwoods.  Just strengthen your wings,

fly without prejudice nor malice into a universe

waiting with splintered mirrors above the tussle of conflict,

unkindness, bigotry, and fear.

2 comments

  1. MG WELLS · December 23, 2018

    Thanks for sharing your heart and soul, Stan. Wishing you a fantastic holiday and new year and many blessings to you and your family. Lots of love, MG.

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    • sdgrimes · December 23, 2018

      Thank you MG. May you experience much joy over the holidays and forever.

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