A Time to Heal

We are all one kind, one child

in the eyes of our wondrous Mother.

Our Mother’s lungs are shared by all;

we all breathe the same air.

Our tears, her tears.

Every cry of a newborn,

recorded on her fabric.

Every gun, shot in fear,

rips through our Mother,

her flesh, her bones, her breath,

and into dark matter out of sight.

Apprehension, the basis of all injury,

creates separation creates isolation creates animosity.

You are not alone in love.

Love heals torn limbs reaching for embrace.

Love constructs not just your soul,

but the soul of your Mother.

Distain and reverence cannot reside

in the same house.

Despair not. Despise not.

Love those that fear and hate.

This is the great challenge

It is your choice –

In fact, the most important choice,

to cherish with all your heart

regardless of fear of harm,

which…