Harvest of Dreams

Harvest of Dreams

I could say the world is fractured,

Spinning crazily out of control,

With floods, disease, and death,

Corrupt governments with no soul,

How can I find words of gratitude,

For the blessings I have received,

When voices wounded and angry,

Are saying they have been deceived,

I could say I’ve been lucky,

With family, health, and a job,

And ignore the world’s pitiful wail,

As it’s trampled by a mob,

There are shocking glimpses of truth,

With media and words of pleading,

They resonate deep within the soul,

It’s hard to stop the bleeding,

From out of chaos I will rise above,

Blessing others on destiny’s road,   

One step forward, one day at a time,

I’ll help lighten someone’s load,

Soothing answers though are not enough,

To stop the destruction and greed,

So I will climb over the walls,

To help someone in need,

I cannot forget the troubles of the world,

While I listen to the anguished cries,

During this season I’ll give of myself,

I’ll reach out as the needs arise,

What can I do? I’m just one, you know,

That will show that I’ve been blessed,

I’ll give thanks for all I’ve received,

But service for others will be my test,

I can’t tune the world out,

Just to let beauty come in,

But I can work to change myself,

Starting with my heart within,

Every day is a harvest of dreams,

When I ease the plight of another,

The things once said could not be done,

Are possible when I work with others.