War, atrocities, corruption, crime,
Hatred, murder.
Where can I go to escape
This pall?
God, show me a sign that there is still hope.
I find no virtue living in a world devoid
Of beauty.
Then, consciousness lifting me
Above my despondency,
I saw a hummingbird bathe in the dew-filled cup
Of a blooming yellow petaled
Rose they call
Peace.
This is beautiful Lynn and such a pleasure to read. A delightful piece of poetry. I could picture the lovely hummingbird and they do lift up the heart indeed they do. Well done. Nicely put together. love Ernestine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this one, This is a beautifully written piece and the ending is so moving and poignant. WHOOPS11 It now seems that I have commented about this one before, suddenly poemhunter t has let me into your site again. Joy. As I was saying this is so beautiful that I could read it again and again. Love Ernestine