WINTER

2010

The people

are aching

The banks

are breaking

The poor

are poorer

The rich

are richer

The children

don't know

The clouds

are descending

The rains

are drenching

The dreams

are holding

The tears

are pounding

The lands

are shaking

The streets

are hard

The footsteps

are shell-shocked

The voices

Dis-membered

The people

are aching

Written by Carol Blackwell

I belong to a writer's group, and last night at our meeting Carol presented us with this poem she had written. I felt it was such a timely statement that I asked her permission to use it here. My only addition is to add: Aren't we blessed that God has chosen us for His children, to watch over and be with us in the hard times?