A Wish Not Just At Christmas

I was feeling sad and lonely until I went outside and stood, for awhile, in the sun. I thought of my children and those who may need me. I felt so small yet, so strong in the fact that perhaps I could make a difference somewhere to someone today.


I believe many folks, maybe more so today
are feeling desperate and hopeless in a strange new way

Perhaps it is something pervading the air
this apparently complete and engulfing despair

Maybe the message in this season of giving
Is to renew our passion and energy for living

So many of us angry and filled with doubt
Determined to find much to quarrel about

I know not how we arrived, only that we’re here now
I can’t fathom the what, where, when and the how

Whether panspermia, evolution or stories of lore
There is so much, my friends, to be grateful for

If one has a roof and yet remains, eternally, aloof
Or perhaps one has food yet, continues to brood

Bogged down in a mire but, warm, from a fire
Feelings of total despair, circumstances most dire

Yearning for touch, compassion and feeling completely alone
Longing for family and guests who have not yet shown

In this cocoon of darkness strive to not become bound
Please try my friends to find hope and beauty around

Perhaps love can be found in the Holly’s spray
Or in the charming and melodic anthem of the Jay

As children’s minds are filled with awe and surprise
Remember our old world is new in their eyes

If you look up and feel the sun or the clouds are gray
Try to think of it as a gift to be here, alive, today

If I could make the world brighter, make all the pain go away
Believe that I would, my endless crusade every day

I wish for your worries, troubles and the pain that you bear
To be slung off, cast away, leaving you without a care

To be cheerful and good humored, as much as you can stand
And, if needed, someone loving to simply hold your hand

We can get there, together, if everyone tries at least some
It’s worth it, I believe, even if we can save only one

The road is challenging and long, that’s true
Allow my wishes to carry us through

They are a gift from me to you

a reply to: TNMockingbird

Very deep, s/f

TNMockingbird

Your poem caused me to go looking for the origin of a wish. Shooting star, wishing wells, 11:11, wishbones, eyelashes, pennies, dandelions, birthday candles... this site covers some of that:

The wishing on a shooting star is believed to have originated around AD 127 – 151 by Greek astronomer Ptolemy when he wrote that the Gods will, out of both curiosity and boredom, occasionally peer down at the earth from between the spheres where stars could sometimes slip out of this gap, becoming visible as shooting or falling stars. The Gods, it’s believed, tend to be more receptive to wishes made during these times. more

I love to give wishes.. the most easiest thing you can do.. it's free, and it's about the act more than anything else. I never knew about the 11:11 make a wish thing.. is interesting.

Anyhow..I loved your poem and thank you for the wish!

Thanks,
blend57

Beautiful! You have always made a difference in my life and that of others.

a reply to: TNMockingbird

This was really quite good, i do enjoy your writing style!

a reply to: TNMockingbird

I'm sorry that I missed this when You wrote it dear Chirp! It is Beautiful!
I loved this part.
Well I Loved it all but this:
"If you look up and feel the sun or the clouds are gray
Try to think of it as a gift to be here, alive, today"
has a very good message in it!
Very Well done! S+F for sure!!!

a reply to: TNMockingbird

This is beautiful.
I haven't seen it before but am giving it a 'bump' so others can see it too. It's getting to be that time of year again with Christmas approaching and your words are still very relevant.

Thank you for the love and positivity.