The fight is not for one city at a time.
It is for the whole of the earth.
Those perennial plagues of humanness,
Greed, corruption, hatred, self interest, selfishness and
short-sightedness,
Push my feet deeper into the mud
Even as Covid binds my steps
To the near confines of a 913 foot Ark-like space.
Inside, I strive to feel almost safe,
Counting on God to walk with me.
A simple poem
For a not so simple task.
At best, I want to be as Noakh;
One who saves what is around me
Through acts of alert, attentive kindness.
Be gentle with my husband.
Reach out to a friend.
Remember my children.
Practice patience with aging family.
Breathe with the trees
Who hug my home.
These could be small things.
Or are they?
A world,
My world,
Better cared for
And loved.
While that may not be enough,
In the end,
It is certainly the place
Where I can start.
