WHY? and WHEN


Scmy hand and the heart #3little

Why would I read how she poured gas over her child

set her on fire

When I can sink myself in my soft couch and let

the morning sun rise on me.

.

Why would I follow the photos of decimated war torn

villages of weeping mothers and children

When I can take my little dog for a walk in my neighborhood

.

Why would I tune in to the fearful news of death and

destruction on the TV

When I can write a poem of love.

.

Why would I listen to the promises of equality and

fairness by Politician

When I can go out into my community and feed

the hungry.

.

Why allow the endless vile cruelty of the very few

consume my attention

When I can choose to live a life of kindness and care.

.

Why let impatience rule my moments

When finding patience finds it’s way to resolutions

.

Why not look to a sunset, a laughing child,

a happy puppy, the face of a loved one?

Why not hold sacred the wonder of breathing

and the heart beating?

Why not Be the being that makes a difference

in how this day unfolds and the next one after that?

.

Why Why Why Be less than, when you have always

been more than you ever dreamed yourself into being.

.

When will you tune out the fear?

When will you awaken to the best of you?

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