in the hush of night
if you close your eyes
let your weary body be
embraced by calmness,
you drift into silence …
a state of peace …
yet,
even in that contentment
self created tranquility,
voices are emerging …
……..
outside the windows
grey autumn sky is weeping
over unattended garden beds
Somewhere …
toll bells are ringing
graveyard devoid of mourners
the living saying goodbyes
to the loved ones
from afar … wailing
Somewhere …
people are running for their lives
among debris,
screaming for help …
a small child is crying
clinching ragged toy,
amidst ruins of war …
pleading
Somewhere …
beyond the ocean
it’s awakening season …
at dawn,
keeping their distance
farmers are hurrying
like silent shadows
to their fields …
to scatter new seeds
before sunrise
……….
I wonder, if we clasp our hands
lose our splintered soul to prayers …
mute suffering voices,
will almighty hear us …
will he heal the rumbling earth
from deadly symptoms …
human injustice
……….
can we go back in time
where we lost our own hearts
in the place of interrupted dreams
to the carefree world of yesteryear …
(C) Dinka Bednjacic …
April, 2020
Dinka Bednjacic 