What I Will Pass On

When I am solicited to share the remedy,
To ease tensions, fear and anxieties of all kinds.
That is what I will pass on as a gift.

To express there is suffering and hopelessness,
Everywhere...
Does not remove that from the atmosphere.

And that is what I wish I could clear!
The atmosphere of what is here.
Not to confirm what has been allowed.

But to acknowledge after storm clouds,
There is a degree of Sun to shine that comes.
For everyone to bask in freely when that is done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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