April is National Poetry Month
On this Tax Day, as I imagine myself contributing to the health and wellness of my county, the global community, and Mother Earth, I long for elected leaders who will use my tax dollars wisely to that end.
A poem from Called to be Alive!:
Longing
A flock of brown pelicans
flew gracefully
by my window last night,
their gregarious and cooperative ways
aglow in the evening sun.
And the sight
of the lead bird
guiding them all
in a peaceful flight
over choppy waters
left me longing.
Longing for a leader
in these troubling times,
One who guides
with grace and peace,
enlisting all in a spirit of
wise and loving oneness.
Longing for all creation
to be a aglow
in pursuit of the common good.
