Pensive...

I wanted to post something light and enjoyable, or complain about something. And yet, I find myself feeling a little insignificant to the trials of the world. Every decade or so I get a little poetic, and try to express something that I'm thinking of at the moment. So, here it is. Rough, and uncut, unprofessional, - just as it comes to my mind.

My world - a challenge,
But, just to me;
The laundry piles, the beds unmade,
The cold sore, swelling
and disfiguring my lower lip.
They seem like such big things,
But then, the world shakes -
and millions are changed.
In seconds and minutes,
lives are shattered,
families separated,
homes and lives destroyed.
Many die,
and enter into peace and rest;
and yet, the terror, and the suffering first.
Others left, to search, to pray, to rebuild.
Suddenly, my focus changes;
my view, not so bleak.
And yet, aside from the offerings I give,
I cannot change or take away the suffering -
the cold, the loneliness, the sorrow.

Nations in upheaval.
Wars begin, but don't seem to end.
Finances lost.
I must keep going -we must keep going;
Keep hoping, keep helping
Keep awaiting...His Arrival,
and wondering;
Am I doing enough?
Will I be ready?
I must!