Searching For Abundance
Can I allay man's thirst of poverty
that was not there before?
On those days of summer
the tears of the mountain
fall from the lidless eyes
of each child, woman on the street
while my hands stretch out in prayer.
Will I wish for more nights abundant
that will quench more souls of the future,
part of my time dedicated to teach
them how to make a living--
but I can wish for the morning sun
to come and glow behind the ridges
of the mountains seen in shallow waters
where another tomorrow begins.
Another day arrives, my hope challenged.
Copyright © Jajosh Ongado | Year Posted 2016
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