Storm Clouds

A storm is brewing

Wind whips through trees

Reminding me of faraway troubles

Yesterday 59 bombs fell on Syria

Bombs from U.S. ships

In retaliation for horrible chemicals

Weapons used by Syria’s leaders

On their own people—men, women,

And helpless little children

Why?

My heart aches with all of this

Where will it all end?

Violence begets violence

And the innocent suffer

Can we not see the connection?

The connection between us all?

That connection that is love?

The love that is God?

This was written in a journal on April 7, 2017 along with a little artwork.  The photo is of the journal page.