Re-Print of Reality of our Days

This poem is in my book of poetry, and I added another section to it. I had an editor tell me she felt like it was not finished.

the reality of our days

days are gone

nights are long

children cry

mothers sigh

fathers don’t speak

away they sneak

sun shines bright

then it is night

people walk fast

to escape their past

lost souls all around

make their desperate sounds

the birds fly away

flowers no longer sway

the oceans comforting sound departs

the proud forests have lost their heart

all around there is destruction

teachers teach without instructions

restaurants close and refuse to serve

there is no more beauty to observe

the world is hopeless and obscure

what do we do, who has the cure?

then the tears of heaven drop

on barren fields devoid of crops

the moisture quenches the earths thirst

setting the stage to reverse the curse

the night again becomes day

instead of crying the children play

mothers’ sighs turn into song

fathers return before too long

birds come back to roost again

it does not matter from where or when

people stop and embrace each other

laugh and talk with one another

God’s people never lost their hope

the faith they had helped them cope

when the world stopped and admitted defeat

they turned to God to become complete