Author: maiamom

The killing is rampant.

No end to the strife.

No end to the bloodshed.

Just end to one’s life.

Six hundred thousand Americans dead.

The mind can hardly absorb it.

A year and a half of dread and fear –

Yet, some folks still try to ignore it.

Every day when I get up

I brew my coffee

in my Keurig cup.

The coffee is hot and tasty and good

and it starts my day

just the way it should.

I suppose it could happen to anyone.

You meet a man.

He has a gun.

He shoots you down.

The baby, too.

Not the slightest chance

for either of you.

I found a silver candlestick

to hold my golden light.

The candle rises gracefully

and shimmers clear and bright.

A freighter came into the harbor last night.

It’s anchored there, quiet and still.

The only motion is the changing tide.

The tide moves the ship as it will.

The Candle burns its steady flame.

Its light is clear and true.

It stands a shining signal

as it lights a path for you.

Every day dawns bright and new.

Each one’s a fresh new start.

Each day’s an opportunity

to touch a human heart.