Nearly 75 and decided to write my first poem
Life crashes in
Leaves us stranded
Unexpectedly, with no warning
The future fades
Friends die
Hopes wither
Dreams dim
Forever, but hopefully not
The future is still to be written
Each of us can be an author
If we break the fever
If we only try
Take one step.
Just one
And then another
Toward each other
And that distant star
Even if it’s dim
Flickering capriciously in the night sky
Testing our resolve
Our love for self and each other
Our belief in the King’s Beloved Community
Specks of light may be all we see
For now anyway
But who knows
Life surprises
As do people, you and me