The Path To Healing
I
view
discord,
discontent,
chaos and unrest,
a landscape of harmful malice,
intentional words and actions full of wrath and hate,
a culture in turmoil . . . fractious.
Where is the kindness?
Has hope ceased?
Is joy
gone?
Lost?
If so,
my heart breaks.
Let the weeping start.
Let the dirge of mourning commence;
a sorrow so profound, rending humanity's soul,
the damage crippling . . . permanent . . .
unless love rains down,
repairing,
healing
hate's
harm.
