That bright orb that wanes and waxes
and that’s held high in our sky,
giving us a sense of time passing by,
appears to us all no matter who we are.
The elite, the struggling, those depressed
or glad, young, old, or in-between and
even the dead are glowed upon consistent.
There’s no division, it cares not if
you’re thin, or black, or thick or have
luminescent skin, what politics or beliefs
you cling, if you’re dirty or clean.
Whether you’re armed and killing,
innocent or not, a thug or nun, chilled or hot.
It does its thing and you do yours,
its radiance pouring down with equality,
and constancy–we depending on its giving.
Is there a lesson here? Is there something
to be learned by the faithfulness and
equanimity of that orb that rises in our sky?
Join Abhra as he hosts Open Link Night at dVerse Poets today. Post any poem of your choosing!: http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/03/open-link-night-167/