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
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?