Pittsburgh, I am sorry. I will try to be kinder,
The weather is beautiful as
the earth prepares herself for the
coming change . . . the death that comes
each year so the rebirth can follow.
This year is different this year it feels
as though earth is raising her arms
lifting her eyes kneeling before our
universal creator and begging for mercy
mercy for herself—ravaged by humanity—
mercy for all creatures—ravaged by humanity—
mercy for humanity—ravaged too by humanity.
How can we find comfort when our natures
impel us toward self-centered choices?
More importantly how can we ease suffering
when me, my, I come first? Where do we go?
What do we do? How do we convince those
callused by their own pain to feel for others?
How can we stop injury and begin healing?
more generous and more compassionate.