Bittersweet: The Taste of Mirth
Headlines in their wake further wake to bear;
CNN drums the beating, graphic screen
Infectious with warm, far-reaching terror
To grip the human spirit, squeeze it lean
And strip the palate to tasteless fielding,
Thus shriveling the tongue with cheerless words
And piercing the heart with weapons wielding
All but truth against bodies – nameless herds.
Then contrast by complement, essence pure,
The ever-ministering taste of love,
That with each acknowledgment bestows cure,
By nature, recipe rising above
To the realm of confectionery bliss
Wherein all life tastes sweet in mirthful kiss.
– Mary Jo Magar –