Sunday, The Lord's Day Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Sunday, the Lord's Day

the sun shines kindly and abundantly,
the morning is pleasant in this soft light,
enjoying the day that will bring me yet another blessing,

the flowers come out of their buds,
this garden in full bloom,
my heart wants to say something
hurry up!

Tears fall down my cheeks,
I crave so much,
I realize I'm here
in my garden full of bloom,
what is not visible,

is also in bloom
what I can't see
but it keeps on glowing,
the bullets and the bombs are firing on Ukraine,
the inhabitants pass under it
like we've all never seen,

Ukraine, Ukraine,
I need to see you, I need to see this
while I enjoy all this bloom,
this at the same time in Ukraine

© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Sunday 20 March 2022