I am not feeling poetic. There is not a touch of relief coursing through my veins. However, I am calling to peace. It helps me. It is my guide. Whenever I am lost, when my way is cloudy, I look to it. Logically, I look to God & peace is obtained. I have bubbled up recently. It is safe here. No harm can come my way, but I will not stay here long. It is not healthy for me to do so.
The bigger picture is minuscule. I cannot see it. Where did it go? We are comparing lives, loves, and lost souls… which is greater? Who has more value?
And, it is degrading.
The senselessness leaving the mouths of full-grown adults is mindless drivel that should be boxed up and thrown into the black hole.
Futility is a life jacket. No one’s swimming in the shallow end. No one has the guts to shut up and just
Everyone has two cents, a nickel, a dime, too much time on their hands doing nothing instead of doing something. It hurts. It is hard to love a nation that does not value who you are. It is hard to live happily walking on egg shells, breaking the ground beneath you.
I do not want to die unhappy with my country. I do not want to die unhappy with this world. In the midst of funk and turmoil, I am calling to peace.