A poem of hope in a time of crisis: Something Every Day

In response to Turner Publishing’s request for good news, reader Aimee Lantiegne, of Rome, has submitted a poem.

Something Every Day
By Aimée N. Lanteigne

I am home safe in my bed.
The boys have both been fully fed.
I am breathing fresh, clean air
Sheltered, warm, I have no cares.
The sky gives me water, the sun, and the stars
Where somewhere I am loved, though it be from afar.

While I have all this and more,
I must remember those desperately poor,
Who do not know where they’ll sleep
Whose boys are hungry, cold, she weeps.
Where clean water is but a dream
And love’s a luxury, so it would seem.

Where medicine can not be found
And sickness stalks all around.
The specter of death is worry and fear
So close it seems, perhaps too near.
Tis not enough that I should pray.
But do something I must every day.

So she may rest her head at night
Knowing her boys, too, are snug and tight
Their bellies full, their water pure,
And for their cough there is a cure.
That more than just hearing “God is love.”
They will know tonight, He dwells with us.

PHOTO: Sunrise (Maureen Milliken photo)