24 July 2017

Friends, Let's Pray



A little something for Suzanne                       



You say we meet, but
we contend and compete.

Not knowing which is weed
and which is flower, we crowd
each other and vie for power.

The roots of our agendas
grow, tangle and strangle
as each of us takes more
than we did before.

Pushed aside, a few decide
to yield and watch instead.
Un-noticed, they share the bed
and discern the urgent need
that drives each to succeed.

What happens next, I do not know. 
That’s as far as I dared go.  But
light might dawn if they keep on.
“How?” is the mystery.  
Those who stay will find a way
that those who leave won’t see. 




My blog poems are rough drafts. 
Please respect my copyright. 
© 2017 Susan L. Chast

4 comments:

Peter Chast said...

Well put.
Interesting perspective.
I like the structure and thought.

kaykuala said...

The roots of our agendas
grow, tangle and strangle
as each of us takes more
than we did before.

The way of the world. One gets on the bandwagon and vie against each other hoping to get the best on offer! Very true Susan!

Hank

Sherry Marr said...

An interesting observation about human nature, and the push to put forth agendas. Well said, Susan. I hope the ones who stepped back will step forth again. We need the millions to care, and to act, at this point.

Martin Kloess said...

It is very interesting that our involvement in the final conclusion is up in the air.