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?
