September 8, 2013

RAIN

by Harry Berndt

 

I am sitting here on my porch

while it is raining - a soft steady

rain coming down.

I love a steady rain – soft

without a sound.

 

My heart cries out for those who suffer

without rain.

I ask why I have rain - and not

others - who without a doubt

have equal claim.

 

There is no reason why I have rain

and they have none.

The blessings of this world are for all

and not just for some –

If there is a god?

 

 

 

 

 

The Egret

By Harry E. Berndt

 

An Egret came my way

Today

He just stopped by to fish

I couldn’t help but wish

That he would stay awhile

But that’s not his style

 

Another brother Egret came

And stayed to fish and eat

And he lived in the tree

Above the pond for over a week

Room and board for free