No time to count a new poem

No time to count

When all the leaves have fallen.
And the trees are laid bare.
And truth is opened for all to see.

We see who we really are.
We see our own imperfections.
We see our hearts and thoughts.

We see all the possibilities of what our words and actions can do.
We see the countless people in the streets.
Demanding we listen to their cries.

Crying out hoping someone will hear.
Never knowing if our voices will be heard.
Children crying and dying in the streets.

We see people with guns.
Wanting war to an unseen enemy.
Killing for their own empty souls.

When will the the blood of the innocence be heard.
When will we shout enough is enough.
When will it stop.

Finding peace is the hardest of goals.
When nobody listens or cares.
Blinded by their own fear and hate.

Alone in the sleep of dreams.
I see another world.
And maybe just for a moment.

We can dream the same dream.
Lay aside the same human imperfections.
To find the path we are meant to take.

Live well and dance in your underpants.

Patrick

Patrick you are amazing.

I'm still trying hard to find the best path for me.
I really appreciate your words today.
God bless, Janelle x

Thank you Patrick. I was just thinking of you and your wonderful poetry yesterday. Hoping things are going as well as can be. Best wishes to you and yours for the holiday season

Thanks for the poetry Patrick, words are most powerful when compiled with thoughts and feelings. You do a great thing with your words. Love ya chally

Thanks for the wonderful words of poetry. It is so fitting right now and a truly powerful poem.