Photo by T Senette
I sometimes let my self get caught up in dooms-day rhetoric. Woe is the world! I forget to look past the ignorance into the heart of the matter. What is really happening? Systems are failing. Belief is informed by circumstance. What can we learn from our mistakes? Are we wise enough to rebuild systems that work for everyone? Can we be peacemakers in spite of the rhetoric? Is God at work here, giving us a chance to press the restart button?
May Day Prayer
May the day come when
All that May Day heralds is
The blooming of the human spirit,
Not the booming of warship cannons and
Bombastic politicians.
Let the celebration of sacred creation
Inspire our dancing.
Let the lilies and roses
Plaster a new path where
Common, human decency
Reigns queen.
Let the sonnet be
Written in love letters not
Gutless, bathroom stall insults.
May Day!
May Day!
This ship is sinking.
Where are the Peacemakers?
Still dancing around the Maypole.
© 2016 Bessie Adams Senette
THE BAYOU MYSTIC 