BABY ON A GUITAR

Yesterday on the news I saw people fighting across the sea…

and as I witnessed hate in our own country this thought occurred to me…

That when it comes to the news…photographed up close or from high above

we are shown a lot of hate…and not a lot of love.

Oh, occasionally there are happy stories we are meant to comprehend

but these are not the first we hear…they’re usually thrown in at the end.

So I was pleasantly surprised yesterday by a story that reminded me who we are

It showed a father singing to his baby who was prone his guitar.

This father sang a lullaby…his baby listened without making a peep

and slowly as the father sang his baby drifted off to sleep.

And when the song was over…a happy tear was shed 

as the father leaned down gently and kissed his baby on his head.

It was nice to see and hear a story that brought a joyous tear…a smile

and made me forget about all the bad news…

if only for a while.

I know there’s bad news all around…we cannot hide our eyes

every day there is fighting, war, destruction…every day the people cry.

But it seems to me amidst these stories…which come in colors black and blue

we should be looking harder to find the love that’s out there too.

I pray for day there is less bad news…

I pray to the heavens and the stars…

for the day we have less stories about hate…

and more babies on guitars.