Thank you to the host, The Sunday Whirl for this week's Wordle.
We grafted our hopes into the vine of human decency.
Blind faith has vanished into the fearsome flash of reality.
Strong sighs, a trip into untapped tears, we yearn to turn back time.
I was so saddened, horrified really, to hear of the murder of six Israeli hostages. It is impossible not to put yourself into the shoes of their families. God bless and keep us all as this world around us disintegrates into unimaginable evil.
Poem format is a Sijo-a three-line poem with 14-16 syllables in each line, 44-46 total syllables. I take the liberty of changing the tenses and forms of the word.
the vine of human decency - haven't seen that growing in the wild for some time.
ReplyDeleteHaven't seen it in full force for years. I was thinking a bit of the verse in the Bible where Jesus says he is the Vine and we are grafted into him.
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