This poem is from a writing prompt given by for his “Fifties by the Fire”. The prompt was INSPIRATION. See all the wonderful submissions HERE at Along the Hudson
Extraordinary Days
Inspiration is everywhere — it’s in the rain, in the salt air, in children’s laughter.
Today we are constantly confronted with human failure. We grieve over our spiritual poverty, epidemic ignorance and pointless violence.
But we cannot let the Sting of these extraordinary days overshadow the Blessing.
We’re alive. Hope lives.
Can't ignore evil. Survive anyway.
Another wonder, Sharron. "We’re alive. Hope lives." Indeed! A wonderful thought to send us on our way to face yet another day (wasn't trying to make a poem, but there you are). :D