The girls and I went to Winnipeg, Manitoba, in March, 2006, for a spring vacation. We stayed at the Place Louis Riel for three nights.
The last night we stayed there, with curtains wide open, I looked through the windows. I saw lights on in various offices and saw vehicles going to and fro.
I began to wonder what was going on in the lives of the people I was watching, while they didn't know I existed. Of course, I wouldn't recognize them, not having seen them up close, and having watched them under the cover of darkness. Yet, I wondered about them - about the lives they led.
It spurred me to write this poem and I thought I would share it with you.
Twinkling Lights
Twinkling lights of the city
while darkness shines its face.
What’s happening in the streets -
are they filled with hate, or grace?
The cars I now see driving by -
what’s happening inside?
Do the people love each other
or does someone feel denied?
Offices aglow everywhere-
the lives many people lead.
Do they love to always work
or does home meet no need?
Twinkling lights of the city.
So much we do not know.
Let us not be quick to judge
so good seeds we can sow.
Copyright 2006 Norma Budden
Please sign my Guestbook
|
| ||||
|
|
|
|
| |
