Lillian
SPRING 1943
I woke up to sounds of
hundreds of cedar waxwings.
They’re stopping over
on their way north.
Outside my window
two squirrels chattered
and chased each other
up, down, around the oak.
When I opened the door
the scent of wisteria
hit me before I could see
the vines in the garden.
It was then I remembered
that God made this world.
God, if you do all this,
surely you can end the war?
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
1 comment:
Amen!
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