Many thanks to dVerse for this moving prompt Medicine

Art work from Pixabay

Medicine Wheel

“We are all connected,
by the delicate strands
of the web of life”
Grandmother, what does it mean?

That I am you and you are me?
That we all are one, but none to see?
Is my brother’s pain less than my own?
Does it hurt less when pain’s not shown?

Is life a line, with beginning and end?
or does the circle come ’round again?
So many questions, race thru my mind
Can we be safe, and still be kind?

If I reach out to those in need
am I fooled by hidden greed?
Or do I merely plant a seed?
Will that seed take root and grow
or wither and die like so many before?

Grandmother gently takes my hand
“Our lives are like the grains of sand
tiny and inconsequential, nothing more

photo by Conger Design on Pixabay

It’s a burning in the belly,
a yearning in the soul, a craving and a longing
and some times it’s hard to name
no matter what you call it,
it’s a hunger just the same

There’s an abandoned baby in an alley
screaming for his life
There’s an old man with a cardboard sign
begging for a bite

There’s a woman on a bar stool
looking for true love
There’s a lost soul in a parking lot
searching the skies above.

There’s a hooker on a corner,
looking for a trick,
there’s a junkie in a flop house
who hungers for a fix.

There’s hunger all around us
each and every day
in the eyes of friends and family
as a loved one slips away.

There’s a drunk in an AA meeting
trying to make things right
There’s a artist on a mountain top