Somewhere Light is streaming in
The rooms of indifference
And shadows flee and warmth touches
The hopeless ones.
Somewhere Love is blanketing
The wounds of neglect
And bleeding ends and healing touches
The hated ones.
Somewhere Grace is rippling through
The pools of ignorance
And killing stops and God gathers
The homeless ones.
For me, poems are the way I express how life affects me. I may not consciously be thinking about anything, but there’s a nagging feeling or pull on my heart. If I am busy, I might not notice it is there, but when things are still and I am quiet, the poem seems to push it’s way out. That’s what happened here. This poem started because I found myself thinking about my Dad. I missed him. I thought of the images of the war in Iraq. I felt saddened for the people and for myself because I am so shocked at what we, as human being are capable of doing.