A loss for words

Some days, there are no words

to contain all the hate in the world
no words for the pain
no words for the tears.

What are the words that can soothe
a mother whose child has been gunned down
a senseless accident
or worse yet, intentional aim?

And which words will you choose
to tell the world of war, of strife
of famine, of flood, of fury?

Which words will allow you to
sleep tonight – and me?
What can still the soul
give the unbearable sound
and sense?

Maybe-

the soft sigh of the wind,
the chirp of a late winter cardinal
the peep of a frog.

Maybe-

The heartbreaking dawn
first rays, lightening sky

Maybe-

The warmth of sun on shoulder
breeze on upturned face

Maybe-

The scent of morning rain,
soft mist in the air.

Maybe, just maybe-

All life renews
In the light of a clear blue morning.