A poem by Pat Bush
“Whatsoever you do, to the least of these, this you do unto me.” Matthew 24:40
Each night as I go to bed
I find my thoughts filled with dread.
Tuning out doesn’t lessen the pain.
Will we ever be normal again?
Deep inside I long to be
Peaceful, calm, carefree.
“Stay strong”, I softly say.
“Tomorrow is another day”.
Reality hits, as I arise.
Same old angst. No surprise.
The answer, in a word or two,
“Do unto others, as I do unto you”.
Simple, timeless, a how-to plan
For how to love your fellow man.
Wisdom given for us to share.
Open your heart, be aware.
Things don’t matter, people do.
I’m on board. How about you?
I’ll give toothpaste, I’ll give soap,
And a superabundance of hope.
Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly 
Aw, thank you, Sue. Your blog gives hope in abundance and I thank you for this oasis, which feeds the soul.
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Thank you for sharing.
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Love the poem! A Great Reminder, and it leaves me with hope and encouragement! Thanks for sharing ❣️
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Good poem. I like you, wonder if we can ever go back or forward to a kinder, gentler time.
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Great poem and great message.
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