America, she's lost her way, her red, white, and blue tattered gray, living costs swallow paychecks, many parents wishing they were moneyed others, as their children hop, skip, and hunger, the Covid, in its deadly ugliness marched to her shores, so many victims, it's boney hands wounding our country's economy, and, along with other causes, raising grocery prices, supplies are short, and there's more shoplifting in our stores, it's a crisis, and her people shudder. Her homeless, standing on corners, her cities silver and frigid, as they, in their poverty, feel isolated and alone, they ask, "Brothers, sisters, can you spare a home, the cold is settling in our bones," and her people shudder. we give what we can, from thoughtfulness, and with Christ's eternal benevolence, we, as a people, as a country, pray with goodwill, and in the eloquence of collective hope. ~