A song of hope

Mighty little one,
you have arrived,
in times so turbulent,
so dark, so mad ..
Your jiggy little feet
eager to brace the
limitless expanse
of earth's kindness,
your hopeful eyes
desperate to kiss
rainbows and little blue birds ..
your gleeful smile,
a prayer, a blessing,
cast up, heavenwards,
your innocent gaze
like a kind shower
upon ailing hearts ..
While the streets of the nation
burn in anguished rage
and hopless despair ..
while pleas for justice
rise up only to fall back defeated
from the dead dark labyrinths
of an unyielding sky!

You, little sweetheart,
you do not know yet
the ways of the world,
a world that knows little love
and too much hate,
too much anger,
too little justice,
too less faith!
May oh, you,
never grow up to know
the world as it is ..
as we have made it ..
With all a mother's might
I pray only for you
to grow up
to see a world less unjust,
less unkind
less enraged!
.. and if you don't,
I wish you,
with all a mother's might,
the might and courage to make it so!