A Whisper and a Song

Some lives become a shout of love to hear.
Some lives sing out with boundless joy and mirth.
Some lives cry out with pain, yet never fear,
For each and every life must leave the Earth.
In that leave-taking, dwells an emptiness,
Surrounded by aggrieved cacophony -
A wall of memories and loneliness,
Abyssal-deep and wide as any sea.
In all the shouts and songs and anguished cries,
In all the memories and stories old,
In all the tears and all the empty eyes -
A life, a whisper and a song, are told
In solemn prayers to Spirit, Father, Son.
A life, a song, a whisper, has passed on.

Mick McKellar
October 2024

I Listen to the Politicians Speak

I listen to the politicians speak,
And note each piecrust promise they reveal.
If representative,
Of places they all live,
Their words should have a more assuring feel.

But all the ancient platitudes they squeak,
And all the unkind stories that they tell,
(Another candidate
Is someone I should hate?)
Make me feel increasingly unwell.

I want each politician to bespeak,
How they will manage storms and stress and strife;
To keep us safe and sane,
Keep watch on guns and grain,
And maybe help us have a better life.

Mick McKellar
October 2024