The pain and whippings and self-flagellation our minds can inflict on our own selves is greater than any mountain we dare to conjure up.
At times like these, when our suffering is deep and sore and painful, it is wise to acknowledge our own lack of mercy and rather instead, to wrap our selves in love.
Because we were created. We were hand-crafted.
And while we still breath, we are life.
I will believe
In rainbows and roses
And kittens and snowdrops
In silhouette poses
And golden sunflowers
I will believe
That no one can hinder
True joy and laughter
That cruelty and war
And man’s quest for power
Is tied to this world
This natural form
I will believe
That all pain will pass
In a life ever after.
The news arrived
Suddenly and unexpectedly
The pain of another
Crossing time and space
Across the miles
Emotions travel
I feel sorrow
I feel sadness
I feel hopeless
I feel privileged
I feel blessed
I feel conflicted
I feel loved
I feel empty
I wonder why
What is it for?
Where does it end?
And how? Please tell me how
To feel joy in the light of
Sinking ships
Lives dying
Lives suffering
Bodies paining
Bodies drowning
I do not know
How to start
Finding the light
My heart is sore
At the agony of this world
Bound to an earthly realm
We are bound to an earthly pain
While choirs of angels sing
Heralding a new embrace
My eyes cry tears
It is not funny
When words are said
Deliberately to cause pain
It is not funny
When injured by those
Who could be showing love
It is not funny
When a country turns off
Lights because there is no power
It is not funny
When denied a job solely
Based on the color of your skin
It is not funny
When there is no work
For a younger generation born
It is not funny
When all around is pain
And death and rape and suffering
It is not funny
Why would anyone want to laugh?
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