"The Bay of Naples at Moonlight" by Ivan Aivazovsky‘Evening Prayer’ by Sandy Stert Benjamin The Society February 26, 2018 Beauty, Poetry, The Environment 6 Comments Budding darkness, in your starkness, void of noise and light, deliver me from what I see ’fore day turns into night. Guide me through the peaceful sea of dreamers far and wide, as welcome shores reopen doors to once-untarnished side. I yearn for trees and tranquil breeze; rich emerald greens and blues, and clean fresh air with land to spare for panoramic views. I need to know the vast rain-bow is still within our reach: o’er flowered fields and crops that yield; unsullied stretch of beach. Mend damage done in search of fun, and progress born from greed; We stripped away our sole resource – the only one we need. Our planet’s frail, a tragic tale of overstepping bounds– now Earth fights back for what it lacks as tragedy surrounds. We can’t compete with flooded streets, earthquakes and wind and fire; and so it seems the planet deems it wants to soon expire. It’s not too late to contemplate the damage we’ve inflicted– and if we try, our rallying cry may thwart what is predicted. I pray the prayer and dream the dream: A world healed by human kindness; that we’re not too late to change our fate and emerge from years of blindness. Sandy Stert Benjamin is a writer and poet living in California. Related Post ‘The Garden of Life’ and Other Poetry by Satyana... The Garden of Life In wee, assuring spans of sunlit day, The sun awakened, rides his carriage fast To paint with crimson every corner passed, To... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 6 Responses Steven Shaffer February 26, 2018 Very lyrical! Reply David Paul Behrens February 26, 2018 Nice rhyme structure. Reply Gregory Spicer February 26, 2018 Lyrical indeed! This poem is as smooth as a 21 year old scotch and I applaud the sentiment involved and of course “progress born of greed” would probably not qualify as genuine progress at all. Sustainability matters just as the well sustained rhythm of a fine poem like this so richly indicates. Reply Charles Southerland February 27, 2018 Nice fourteener’s. Reply David Hollywood March 1, 2018 Graceful, yet prosaic. Well done with this serious poem. Reply Sandy Stert Benjamin March 8, 2018 Thanks to everyone who took the time to read my poem and leave a comment. Your kind words are appreciated. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.