BY JULIE BRANDON

I look for change

As I peek out of the window

Sometimes with a prayer

Fingers crossed

Search for a star to wish upon

War, illness and destruction flood the news

As though it’s never happened before

Yet no one seems to understand

It’s never stopped since the beginning

From the time Cain picked up that stone

Not dropping it until his brother lay in the dust

Silent and still

And yet we continue on

Somehow thinking the results will be different