In Days of Distress

Jan Richardson

Jan Richardson

Once again
violence tears
at the fabric of community
   the many cower on the floor
   as the few tower above them
tactical vests & weaponry

Our prayers
rise from carpets
where we lie in our terror
   afraid to get up & try to run
   afraid to lie still as tho dead
paralyzed by helplessness
our crimes

Most of us
will rise unbroken
seek means to forget fear
   the trauma now a shadow
   a nightmare but to dream
Some will have offered
our first our final
true prayer

“Hear my prayer, O Lord;
let my cry come to you.
Do not hide your face from me
in the day of my distress.
Incline your ear to me;
answer me speedily
in the day when I call.” ~ Psalm 102:1-2


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to In Days of Distress

  1. I still can’t find my own words…thanks for this

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  2. rivrvlogr says:

    Well said, Peter.
    I cringe at the inspiration the news offers us these days.

    Liked by 1 person

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