Author: maiamom

I wish for you a day of bliss

that’s sweeter than a baby’s kiss…

that ev’ry moment you pass through

will bring a joyful lift to you.

I hope this blessing brings you joy

and lifts your life today.

I hope it adds to happiness

and speeds you on your way.

Where are the voices of protest?
Where is the challenge in song?

 Where are the words to remind us

that hate and injustice are wrong?

Where are the calls to consider

that ev’ryone yearns to be free?

Where is the music of conscience,

that rings out in pure harmony?

It’s a Very Troubling time to be…

for daily folks like you and me.

We try to hear and understand

what’s going on across this land.

We want to know what’s real and true

to do the best that we can do.

But Man’s behavior is perplexing.

Quite confusing.  Often vexing. So….

Is Man a blotch on history

or shaper of what’s yet to be?

Is Man a fumbling, Cosmic curse

or darling of the Universe?

Or both?

Dilemma.

Folks don’t do what I want them to.

That makes me Good and Mad!

If they would do what I want them to,

it would make me Very Glad!

In politics and traffic and

in ev’ry checkout line,

if folks would do things My Way

ev’rything would turn out fine!

I wish I were a sunbeam.

I would shine right down on you.

I’d light your day with sunshine and

I’d add some laughter, too.

Blessings spread from hand to hand…

from mouth to mouth….across the land.

Blessings root and sprout and grow,

and spread to ev’ryone they know.

Blessings bloom and multiply

and then divide and by and by

the simple blessing that you start

is safe at rest in ev’ry heart.

A friendly robot lives with me —

a constant presence I don’t see.

She lives within my telephone

and makes  herself there quite at home.

She calls the people that I know.

She’s never fast and never slow.

She calls whoever I may name.

Her voice is always just the same.

She stays awake.  She doesn’t sleep.

She doesn’t mind odd hours I keep.

As I grow old and cannot see,

this robot’s quite a help to me.

I wish for you a day of bliss,

as sweet as is a fairy’s kiss.

And may its sparkling hours pass by

as gentle as a butterfly.

  Democracy is fragile –

like the gentle butterfly.

And we must pay attention

or democracy will die.