The world, madding drumbeat of bad news.
Endless wars.
Unreleased hostages.
Political chicaneries.
Environmental catastrophes.
Where’s the relief?
Even for a moment?
From the echo chamber of the mind?
Playing, replaying the misery?
Where’s the reassurance things will rebalance?
When no one has a crystal ball.
But, everyone, an opinion.
The only comforts, what Mother Nature offers.
Predictability of seasons.
Awakening in spring.
Aromas of lilacs, viburnum bouquets.
Silent explosions of color.
Maple seed pods and mushrooms.
Pollen and nectar.
Honking and chirping.
Baby bunnies and geese.
Newness and vitality.
Energy to move us forward.
Appreciate a smile, kind word.
Offer the same to others.
Tiny attempts to heal what’s broken.
Make something whole.
Do for others what Mother Earth does for us.
In her generous embrace.
Take a breath.
Let the earth caress.
Find blessed respite.
From frenzied distress.
Lynn Benjamin
April 30, 2024
