If / Hope in the Storm
A timely poem by Alma Day
Let the cities, the towns, the hamlets hear
The descendants of Shem, Japeth and Ham
Or hang in there.
If you arose this morning with issues in your brain
If yesterday's stressful stuff still remains
If stinking thinking is still mumbling its refrain
I sing you a song of mental wellness as soft as the summer's rain
If sunshine only makes you sweat
If raindrops only leave you wet
If wind only makes your hair a mess
I whisper calm to your fretfulness
If folks you meet only get on your nerve
If food you eat's not worthy to be serve
If games you play only pitch you curves
I chant you peace like soft clouds when unfurls
If daily activities give you stress
If dark sable nights offer no rest
If Gideon's balm only rolls off your chest
I still declare that you are blessed
But for the fact on this morn you drew breath
A new beginning - not buried in death
My song, my whisper, my chant, my declaration
Asks for you another chance for restoration
Be Blessed.