Come, gather with me in these closing days
when poets praise and politicians raze
what makes a human beautiful and wise.
Come, gather with me what the children’s eyes
see clearly, once each lifetime, and remember,
increasingly nostalgically, till they die,
revering till blood’s river runs towards dry
and bones creak brittle, loosening hold on sinew.
Come with me, gather. Help me find some light.
Earth Tourist
recently posted poems by alan reynolds
Earth Tourist 
Especially with the political climate of today, this poem is a beautiful invitation to search for brighter times.
Brighter times. Yes, that’s what we need. Thanks for the tip.
An eloquent plea … we need a handle on our common humanity.
Yes, we do. Thank you for your read and for your comment.