Stormy, painful, terrifying and grim news
fills our ears, pierces our hearts.
When will it stop, we ask.
Please make it stop, we pray.
We seek out bits of good
and strain to make any sense
out of the onslaught of hate.
So much - so very much - insanity
in the name of ... what? Faith?
So much noise. So much rhetoric.
I believe that sunshine and pretty
puddles will follow each rain storm.
I believe a vibrant, green spring
will follow each cold, gray winter.
But if I am being honest,
I really struggle to believe that
peace will ever find its way
back into this terror ridden world,
Oh, I choose to believe that my
neighbors are decent and kind.
I choose, each day, to treat
others as I'd want to be
treated myself. This is my choice.
My weapon of choice. I will
do this small thing. Make this
simple choice. Trying to make it
count...yet not believing it's enough.
Join me. I know you will.
Perhaps, one by one, we will
be able to light the way.
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