Contagious

 the unknown evolves when we are silent
when we close our eyes and refuse to see
slowly fear creeps upon the heart
it is contagious and drives people apart
 
don’t let the unknown win
 
fear grabs hold of the train tracks
crushing out all light as the windows pass
the horn only tells contagious lies
intending for hope to surly die
 
don’t let the fear win
 
take responsibility for yourself
don’t fall into that contagious mob
let go anger and hate from what is different
stand up straight on the solid ground
 
don’t let anger and hate win
 
peace and love can spread their wings
if we open the doors otherwise unseen
let their contagious song be heard
and break the chains crumbling our world
 
let love win
 
 
 
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A Prayer

Dear Father,

Thank You for the breath of life. Thank You for the depth of Your love. Thank You for never giving up on me.

Please help me to shine Your Light with the gifts you have bestowed on me. Show me how to see with Your eyes all that is happening in this world around me. Guide my heart to hear those in pain, so that I may wrap Your arms around them. Rid my mind of judgment and resentment, so I can be free to love and understand myself, and free to love and understand others.

As I hear sirens pass down the road, I pray for all involved. As I listen about a recent shooting, I pray for all involved. As I learn of a natural disaster destroying cities, I pray for all involved.

But what I understand from Your Word is that prayer includes action.

I pray for guidance to move in Your direction; not sit back and ask: “Why?”

I pray for courage to answer the question: “What more can I do right now?”

Amen

Dreams

the clock keeps removing time
lost among the weeks and days
lost among the rush of life
only to surprise us late one night
 
the sky paints the night dark gray
the clock continues to tick and tock
the day rolls by in a boxcar seat
each moment leaving behind a dream
 
dreams which never come true
dreams lost and wasted
the clock continues its annoying drum
ignoring the chaos created
 
taking a step back into time
allows for reexamination
the clock stops and silence falls
to permit a great reflection
 
sometimes dreams are what we chose
a curtain drawn in sleep
other times dreams partner with imagination
guiding us to follow that which we seek
 
as the clock starts to sound again
reality becomes clear
my dream to have a life worth living
is possible even with a mountain of fear