Living with the Raven
A hovering raven in our lives,
A bleak, foreboding force,
Reminding us in powerful ways
We can't control our course.
We tentatively step from day to day,
Wondering "Is it secure?"
Knowing that indeed, it is not;
We are no longer pure.
We mourn the losses, feel the pain,
Send messages of respect,
Draw back from the dark, low flying plane;
Each stranger's face, inspect.
Is it wrong to experience moments of joy
As we did, as we knew from the past,
Just because life looks more dangerous now,
More fragile, less likely to last?
No, the exuberant, uplifting song's
Still powerful - now - we reflect.
The triumphant spirit, the laughter, the light's
Important to protect.
We gather our courage, open our hearts,
Proceed with out lives, do our duty.
Days are for fluttering, clearing, and singing,
For knowing - we still create beauty.
Martha Lamb