Nancy L. Meek
If not for newborn babes,
I’d plead for earth to cease,
or for secluded tranquil lakes,
I’d scream, “To hell with peace!”
If not for awesome sunsets,
of purples, pinks and orange,
I’d ask my God to send a flood,
then I’d need no rhyme for orange.
If not for dirty sweaty children
prancing by the ice cream truck,
I’d say, “Hey, Lord, do me a favor…
and hurl us into space!
If not for geese flapping their way
somewhere above my head each year,
I’d shake my fist at heaven and say,
“Come on, God, just get us outa here!”
If not for these and gazillions more,
I swear it’d be fruitless to hang around;
but, in light of all God’s wonders galore,
I stand, humbled, and utter not a sound.
©Copyright July 14, 2005 by Nancy L. Meek