Close Your Eyes And Whisper.. Poem by Connetta Jean

' This world is such a mess' she said
as i tucked her into bed
and visions of depression was
inside her tiny head.
so we closed our eyes and whisperd
as we so often do
asking God to color peace
a bold red white and blue.
there's too much talk of war i thought
as i kissed my child goodnight
' don't believe all that you hear'
i said, turning out the light.
then i closed my eyes and whisperd
as one so often will
asking God to mark with stripes
all who shalt not kill.
' She'll be okay' her father said
when i told him of our prayer
' prayers won't change the hearts of men'
he said, ' or make them care'
then he closed his eyes and whisperd
as one so often should
asking God to let a star
shine brightly so they could.




(this poem seems to fit better today than when i wrote it in 1994)