LONGING

I long for a world
Not riddled with sin
Where the earth is kind,
And the people therein.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2009

I long for a world
Not riddled with sin
Where the earth is kind,
And the people therein.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2009

© Marie Elena Good, 2009

Image credit: Dreamstime.com royalty-free images
In case you ever wondered:
She lives, breathes,
And has had her share of heartache,
But
Enjoys life to the fullest.
She is married (happily)
Christian (joyously)
Nonna (blissfully)
Aging (gracefully?)
Content (mercifully)
And yes,
you were her first
kiss.
P.S. She no longer wears braces.
© Marie Elena Good 2009

What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine.
Remember this, and we’ll be fine.
E-con-oh-me? Not for the wee!
E-con- NO! MY! economy.
© Marie Elena Good 2009

Photo credit: Deanna Marie Metts
One heart was freed
One soul was saved
One life unchained
One sentence waived
One died for me
One took my place
One sacrifice
One act of grace
One Holy God
One Trinity
One Perfect Lamb
One thankful me
© copyright 2009, Marie Elena Good

A life that’s wanted is a life that’s life.
Unwanted life? Disposable tissue.
So at what point does life become a life?
Unplanned or planned – too often the issue.
The silent scream of babies ripped apart
Is deafening to me – I can’t be still
And not express what grieves my beating heart
While theirs are halted at another’s will.
What right have we to turn a woman’s womb
Into an unplanned baby’s living tomb?
© Marie Elena Good, 2016

Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
All I wanted was to give you a gift –
A pretty something you could wear
On your wrist,
Or around your neck.
Something having nothing to do
With construction paper,
scissors,
or crayons.
Something purchased with paper money
From a department store.
Something wrapped in ribbon.
Now all I want is to give you a gift –
Something having nothing to do
With purchases
With paper money.
I want to give you
Sunny smiles,
Smooth sailing,
Sweet solace.

Media photo as presented by Photography of Nia
I can’t pretend to understand
As hostile minds, with arms in hand,
Disturb a peaceful country’s night
While innocents hole up in fright.
Another friend, another cry,
Another ally begging, “why?”
Another hashtag adding weight
To those who prompt and spread the hate.
This fallen universe, complex:
While animosity is flexed,
A softness tries to smooth the way
From violent night, to placid day.
Let softness have its gentle sway;
Let mankind not be mankind’s prey.
© Marie Elena Good