The pain isn’t poetic,
Which is why,
All my poetry
Has turned into sad statements
Instead of swirling art

And when they say,
"I'll be there for you, always"
They mean
"I'll be there for you, always
just not when you actually need me"

Life can sometimes
Be the pits
But it’s the pits
That protect the seeds
That make
Things grow
Into the sweet and tender

The lord is my Shepard
He's in my heart every day
Beating away loving me today
Guiding me through good times
And the bad times
God's touch is so beautiful
God's love this so magical
Every Day I pray to him I Love him
And my love for you will stop never
My child I am always here for you
All you have to do is come to me and we'll
Say a little prayer together for all the suffering.
Amen..

Orange and pink hues of sunset
are nowhere...rain pours
trees are talking, leaves are fighting
the violent wind...the shutting of doors
and windows startle...and disturb

no more candle lights on the altar...prayers
have been said, tinged with whispers and
hushed giggles...the tingling of china and
silverware float in the air...the radio is off,
no more worrisome news.....what's left is,

a soothing feeling....the cool wind
makes the curtains dance...a sweet
silence breathes outside my room...both feet are
flexing...relaxing on the bed....waiting for

midnight...to end another virus-stamped day,
the rainy dark comes with a sacred stillness,
we're not over the woods, yet...but, it would be
nice to hear about less, and more:  a decline
in cases, a flat curve...a rise in recoveries...a cure,
a vaccine would disable the claws of the
evil virus......meanwhile, we keep the faith,  
as we wait...and look forward
to........better days...
>-<
tomorrow is another day.
>-<


Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 15, 2020