Word Shivers

Word shivers delight
afternoon breezes amidst
hushed introspection.

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NEWS FAIL

This is why I cannot watch the evening news.  13 minutes of viewing and this writing is my only way to partly purge how I’m left feeling.

Surely, it is easier to love each other versus perilous expressions of violence and death throughout the globe?

Sighs. Tonight I shall write, finish a painting, and pray love and shalom will shower our world.  Tomorrow I shall not watch the news.

NEWS FAIL

I cannot archive my heart
inside walled off chambers of numb.
Rather, the scraping pain of sorrow
unfurls in a sob of release.

Whilst mourners draft stealth exits
under veils of tears,
the angst-stricken fist shakers
protest blocking the way.

No more innocent eyes or unsullied minds.
Drafted into truth far too soon,
children huddle in trembling knots.

Our Job

My random thoughts this morning after an unfortunate trip through some very negative social media posts.  This is not directed toward any specific person.

Our job is not to judge each other.

Our job is to love each other.

While I do not believe life or love is about performance, I wonder what would happen if how we lived and what we received was based upon how well we loved or how much we judged?

Perhaps a moment of self evaluation would be handy about now?

Do you deserve a merit raise based on your loving ways?

Or do you perhaps deserve a time of probation to remedy the destructive trait of judging?  Harshly judging one’s self or others is  humanity misspent.

You cannot be fired from life so take comfort in that.  Your thoughts and actions that fall short of love may be transmuted in the blink of an eye setting you free to be love.

Know that I love you just as you are.   I love you enough to challenge you toward introspection, self-forgiveness and personal transformation.

There is an abundance of love, joy, peace and fun awaiting you on the other side of judgement.  Walk this way, peak over the top of those judgmental thoughts and actions.  Yes, right there.  Isn’t it gorgeous on the either side?  C’mon. I’ve saved you a seat.

There’s Something About You

There’s something about you.
The way you smile and laugh and fill up rooms with joy.
The way you get mad, shake it off and move on without grudge or judgement.
The way you run to freshly bloomed roses and bury your face in the petals.

There’s something about you.
Furrowed brows turn into crinkled smiles when a child laughs or proudly does a backflip.
Bowed shoulders carrying others’ burdens straighten up strong and free when the wind blows and the birds begin their song.
Eyes wet with tears of grief begin to glitter and shine when hope rises up to remind you that mercy is new every morning.

There’s something about you.
Other shoppers step around products fallen into aisles but you stop to place items out of harm’s way.
In the midst of your own worries and busyness you stop to sit on a bench and chat with the homeless woman who is lost in her tears.

There’s something about you.
Truth is your path.
Hope is your fuel.
Grace is your power.
Laughter is your magnet.

Love is your something.