When I lift my eyes to the sky the magnificence of
colors in creation soothe my troubled soul. Swimming in turmoil through turbulent
waters navigating the human condition wiping away the dilemma of days lost in
the rapid passing of time. Hours devoured
pursuing a flat line of self-serving deeds…combative aggressive types intensify
the hype vicious in their pursuit of power. Greed the cataclysmic seed to
success reigns…yet the fortissimo sound of unified voices harmonizes hope.
When I lift my eyes to the sky the magnificence of
colors in creation soothe my troubled soul.
News of the day rocks reason in a season taunted by hostility. Demonic voices destroy tenuous threads of sanity. The rata tat tat of assault rifles signify
the right to bear arms while babies crying with fear who want mother love…papa love…family love…wail and weep
drowning in a sea of retribution…yet gurgling music tones sing “Joy cometh in
the morning!”
When I lift my eyes to the sky the magnificence of
colors in creation soothe my troubled soul. War ravages the earth. Cultures clash…civil war erupts…ideologies
abruptly declare the right to eradicate with hate ideals of difference. Poison
toxins contaminate breath…bombs explode…bullets mock life laughing at resistance
mowed down in the name of dogma…yet a peace encompasses the universe tolling a
bell of love that cuts through strife heralding the fragility of life.
When I lift my eyes to the sky the magnificence of colors in creation soothe my troubled soul.
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