Noakh

 
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.
 

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