Nothing works to plan
Everything turns into dust,
But still, no despair
Earth can, with work, become brick
And with brick, great things are built.
I have no heart to
Tell you it is all over
Because this fight has
Been an everyday event
Longer than our lives endure.
Together we can
Make this nothing, a something
Others marvel at
Just trust and see, it happens,
People create history.
I have heart, your ways,
There is no force beyond love
Blessed of God above
Dreams, bright vision, filling days,
Creation alive expands.
We are stardust, blended light,
When given enough freedom
We banish terrors of blight.
I sat up in bed, writing into the morning hours. This was one of the poems I wrote just before sleep.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 