Just as March was getting her start
Mother Nature gave us a fright
It began in the Mind
Then moved straight to the Heart
We asked ourselves,
“Wait! Where and when did this really start?’
A more wicked Wind than we previously knew
Blew
and blew and
Blew
Disrupting us
Sending us askew
Many had no sense of where or which way to go
Things turned inside, outside and upside down
Panic was all around
Years from now they will say, “O, That’s where the wind went!”
They will observe the course, where it turned, and how it bent
Like that of a devastating hurricane or tornado
Because only Time will show
Which way the Winds decided to go.
This is Our Spring Interrupted
What will prevail?
A trail of greed, consumption, illness and Politics Corrupted?
Or will some form of Goodness alter this Wind’s tail?
Perhaps some Divine Injunction
Where Communities Shine
Share and really Function
With Care so deep
And a Love so rare
That years from now
Survivors will see
The focus swept away from “me. me, me”
And We
When faced with Catastrophe
Chose to move Forward
Into the Eye of the Storm
And placed our Focus on Them:
The Babies being Born.
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