
Election Reflection
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
Donald J. Trump,
too often a chump.
Both his hair and his skin
are a trifle too thin.
Donald J. Trump,
too often a chump.
Both his hair and his skin
are a trifle too thin.
Today I am open
to new ways
better treatment
wiser thoughts
nuanced interpretations
broader understanding
measured reactions.
Plant me beside a mountain spring.
Don’t let the stinging nettles sting.
Lift fallen birds into their trees.
Preserve the ailing honey bees.
Of late, I have been much away from home,
not of my own design but others’ need.
The mind finds compensation as I roam:
appreciation for the life I lead.
Perhaps I’ve slipped the bonds of earth too soon,
or maybe I have simply loosed my grip
and orbited, a rather ghastly trip
that leaves me somewhere underneath the moon.
Are we not all beggars
before our risen Lord?
In death, all things are lost to us,
save those He hath restored.
When life rears up and strikes me down,
when all the world turns bleak,
I look to God for hope and find
the comfort that I seek.
What is this creature on my chest?
Blue elephant has come to nest.
My lungs are smashed; my heart is crushed.
My whole, wide world in blue is brushed.