Drops of Color
I struggle to place the
word on paper.
I do NOT wish to speak it aloud!
Something ‘within’ breaks
like a dam unclogged from a river
For too long, in my seemingly short life,
I have listened. Sometimes, I haphazardly tuned out
individuals who spoke out about laws that focused
NOW, I hear the arguments, the jokes
unfurled…please, this is NO
I hoped, prayed when the VOICES
of children rose like a phoenix rising from the ashes
addressing their concerns~~~
their cries would be heard.
The voices of children, the children,
Instead, BIG business prevailed.
Is there an answer?
What is the correct question?
They are ‘in’ us—each of them…
HANA ST JULIANA
We must respond for them!
Is this sad for you to read?
It is breaking open my heart
to pen these thoughts.
brings us again and again to a cave…
no room in any inn
—a child born to ignite the World.
We are here to LIGHT the world…
Called to do even greater things.
Can we drop to our knees?
Are we able to create a lasting story
where another life is saved
because we ‘release’ all
that would hold us victimized
and rise to leave a future
where our children our mindful?
Let us consciously
so that our children
are able to live on.