Early this morning, I woke up thinking about our hurting world.
I try to imagine how women in Afghanistan must feel right now, but having more freedom than most will ever experience, I can’t even touch that fear.
I visualize the hateful signs I pass on fellow humans’ houses screaming F**K this or that, aware that the people living next to them, and their children, are being assaulted with anger.
With COVID is on the rise again, I’m concerned about my daughter, a hospital nurse, who sees virus numbers increasing again, and I wonder, “where does it end?”
I see photos of earthquake victims and raging California fires and question (but then understand) why our planet is so very angry.
I think about my amazing granddaughter who’s turning sixteen and wonder what are we creating that her generation will have to repair?
And, of course, I recognize that no matter how many challenges I’ve faced, the sorrow wrapped around just the six sentences above significantly eclipse what I call trials.
I flip through a magazine and learn what the best lipsticks are and how to create “easy yet show-stopping meals,” AND I flip through broadcasts and see desperate people hanging onto airplanes to escape and homeless people scavenging for a bite of food from a dirty trash can.
God help us. (I mean that with complete sincerity.)
There are times when I say to myself, “why do I make those choices; why not just ignore the news and the sorrow and pain?” And, my answer is always the same: “Because this is not fiction or a horror movie, this is real life on our physical planet and the experience I’m having—no matter what the challenges are— most people could never even imagine.”
The burgeoning light
beckons to you,
but it can not come in.
You’ve shut the door,
pulled the shades over the windows,
closed your heart first,
then your mind, and
finally, your spirit
to the possibility of possibilities.
The heartbreak, the disappointment,
the pain, the abandonment
created a less-than you, a you that does not trust.
But the light knocks on the door—
it is insistent,
so, you cower,
afraid that it might see you,
even in the dark,
even in your dark.
“It’s too late,” you yell.
“I am now a hopeless cause.
I am now without hope.
Don’t taunt me with
your silly possibilities;
I’ve heard it all before.
I no longer trust you.
I no longer trust anyone.
I no longer trust myself.”
Exhausted, depleted, afraid,
you stand frozen,
unwilling to open your eyes.
Then you collapse in a pile of gut-wrenching pain
that comes from deep within
a damaged human,
only a fragment of what was,
what could have been,
what should have been.
The burgeoning light
beckons to you.
You slowly open the door.
When we harness our collective energy for good, for love, for peace, I believe that we can create change. It may not happen immediately. It may not happen in our lifetimes. But, perhaps, we can construct a better reality for those who come after us; maybe we can forge paths that allow all to be treated equally. God, help us with that charge.
Our time here is only temporary. Those of us who live in freedom have opportunities to create transformation.
When you feel as if the world conspires against you,
when you feel as if no one has your back,
when you feel as if you are truly alone,
when you feel as if you are without hope,
most of us have been there,
most of us have felt pain,
most of us have known disappointment,
most of us have hidden from the light at some point,
most of us understand you.
May today bless you with peace and show you love,
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