Poems: The Best We Can Do 

The Best We Can Do

A rose bush wilting in the July heat

does not blame the earth, lets its roots

search deep for the waters of life.

After its surge of golden glory

the bare oak does not accuse

the winter's frigid air, invites

the wind to sing hymns

through it's naked boughs.

The best we can do is to allow,

learn to love the changing

landscape of our lives.

Episodes of dark and doubt

are unexpected guests, asking only

to be welcomed for a while,

these gods in disguise

who guide us home.

Arlene Gay Levine

First published in Get Well Wishes

 (HarperSanFrancisco) now in Movie Life

(Finishing Line Press)