Photo: Les Raskewicz
Photo: Jenn Ireland
by Lillian Ireland
The days have blurred beyond today, one hour into another,
It’s strange, this new norm; our lives are now changed,
uncertainty is the mantra.
Quiet heaviness weighs in, while we all wait this out
then we hear a chickadee calling,
through the window he sings,
in his chorus he brings a Good Morning! a new day is dawning.
Shall we turn on the news or go under the covers,
or for now, just open the window?
The news will update us; laying low will protect us; but new life somehow gives us hope.
The trees are abounding in blushing attire,
while daffodils enchant one by one,
And the first of the dandelions broadcast to all,
Spring has come! life moves along.
The day may bring rain but it’s showering breath replenishes, offering life,
the simplest of pleasures, a coastal spring rain nourishes, beckoning new growth…
Lifted by wonders of new life unfolding, we quietly continue our day,
since the pace is much slower, we have many choices,
and some of us may choose to pray…
giving thanks for this day, which we don’t take for granted, and praying for those far and near, courage to uphold them, love to defend them and peace to keep their minds clear.
We give thanks for the earth and the wonders in nature, like the chickadee’s voice yet small size,
and give thanks to our ancestors who gave us their knowledge to help us, so we could survive,
and to sacrificing workers, their numbers are countless, giving their time and their lives,
These days may be tough, but we’re stronger together,
sit back, then together we’ll rise.
These days may be tough, but we’re stronger together.
Stand strong and together we’ll rise.
Photos by Lillian Ireland