SNOW

Like the snowflakes falling,
settling on the ground,
gathering into towering drifts
that shut a city down,
it starts so small and softly,
it’s barely seen or heard.
Yet each day we grow in number
as we work to spread the word.

I won’t deny we’re living in an age of darkness.
I won’t pretend to know
that it will all get better someday.
But the few of us whose eyes are open
wide enough to see what’s goin’ on
need to be brave enough and strong.

And keep on watching.
We dare not look away.
And Keep on working.
There is no other way.
Though we may not see the changes
we struggle to achielve,
in the face of apathy,
we’ll stand up for what we believe.

Like the spark igniting
leaves upon the ground,
fanned into the fiery flames
that brought the forest down,
this tiny spark of warmth and light
somehow sustains its glow
and spreads its sparkle ‘round the planet
as our numbers grow.

I won’t deny we’re living in an age of darkness.
I won’t pretend to know
that it will all get better someday.
But the few of us whose eyes are open
wide enough to see what’s goin’ on
need to be brave enough and strong.

A day is coming,
though it may not be coming soon.
Maybe our children
will be the ones to see it through.
And they will need to know the truths
we were compelled to stand behind.
And they will need to see the images
and words that moved our minds.
And they will need to know the dreams
that we have clung to all our lives.
And they will need to hear the songs
that helped our spirits to survive
to survive.

Copyright 2005 Jim Vick