What is the measure of a beating heart?
The world is watching;
history will remember these days,
hope and courage failing,
fears fierce, ripples,
horrific hiding from death.
Sorrow-laden and numb to the chill.
Evil showing off.
The golden leaves sway in the wind,
supple in their strength.
Force-field of light and shadows, float.
Hang on to the branch as long as you can and when your grip fails, fall gently to earth.
Baby steps--change the world from your place of peace.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018