I thought of you today

as I walked the dry fields

and watched rolling clouds gather

for the coming night, thought

of how you said

there is no pit so deep

that he is not deeper still,

thought of scoffers

who have not seen

what we have witnessed,

who cannot hear the unheard

and my heart was sad.

It is easier for them

to believe in aliens,

in governments,

in machines,

in the evolution of humanity,

than to trust in Love.

I thought of you today,

of how you froze and died

of starvation and disease,

flea infested and forgotten,

thought of how your love

traveled an ocean to touch

a child.


I know I’ve talked about it before, but I just came from another poet’s site where I was reminded of how much it means to me.

If you get the opportunity, check out this book. I’m in it and I’m proud that I am, not that I’m special, but that my work goes to something which I consider worthy of my care, this land that I call home.