Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The First Sonnet

beloved friend, you have encountered me
amid a storm of trials & anguished cries,
our leaders fat with ignorance & lies,
this twenty-first, beleaguered century.
the shallowness of people’s goals kills hope.
the beings whom we trust are seen as meat
or measured for their profit in board feet.
we search for kindred souls to help us cope.
along your lines of face my thoughts are curled.
your gentle rain of words renews my heart.
what meaning in this chance our roots have crossed
within the struggles of a breaking world,
when creatures, sacred sites, & faith depart,
this time of blasted lands & species lost?