Simple Offerings

With mankinds unnamed yearnings,
we give small offerings,
praying they'll be enough
for the lonely and tired,
 hoping they'll find a way
to give them all flight
away from empty night
with it's lofty wonders...
Who gives us the sight
to look beyond this day,
torn by silent thunder
of simple offerings?
Mankind strives, stirs and turns
then rises above, from love.
But we see souls of millions
in the eyes of our children,
hidden like sobs or sighs
for a world cast in gray...
will we turn them away
with small offerings?
Our hopes and our dreams
were long given, it seems
to a wish and a prayer
for answers to be given
like a whisper in the air
that might never be heard...
and except for the sight
of your eyes and your mind,
by what you give of your life
and the promises you keep...

It's just simple offerings.

Lisbeth Hill