Are We on a Road to Bigotry or Love

When we listen

we hear.

If what we hear are lies

the lies enter our minds.

When we look

we see.

If what we see is evil

that evil tries to take up residence in our hearts.

What we hear and what we see

mold what we believe.

If that which enters us is wrong

we must learn to recognize and purge it.

What we believe

shapes our thoughts and feelings.

How we understand these

determines how we act.

Our actions

tell others who we are.

Whether we are filled with love

or hate

How do we want to be known?

For that love, for our hate.

That decision belongs to us

it's a choice we make.

What Choice Do We Have

We follow a path

to a destiny chosen.

Is this a choice that we make

or is this road we're on frozen?

Just how much control

do we have where life leads us?

Are we willing to follow

or do we just make a big fuss?

The doors that do open

they've been placed for a reason.

They're there for our growth

and to teach us this season.

So what is the purpose

of this free will we've been given,

if this frozen path that we're on

is really just driven?

The answer I don't have

only the question.

Is the road that I follow mine

or divine intercession.

Broken Bonds as Life Moves On.

As the road moves on

and our lives evolve

many memories

do often fail.

The broken bonds

which once were strong

become hidden

like a holy grail

They're not really gone

just quite neglected

as new doors

present themselves.

Once through these doors

a new path beckons

calling our names

to get off the shelves.

To travel these roads

moving on to new heights

guiding us towards

our destiny’s.

Regrets of the past

slow the blessings to come

along this new life

with it's melody’s.

The songs that are sung

and although they are new

will often sound

familiar to you.

Then memories will come

days gone by will return

and the bonds of your past

will come back anew-ed.

T'is the Season

Deep in the corner there stood a strange tree

with an unusual effect

it was talking to me.

It had these bright shiny ornaments on all of it's boughs

and an angel on top

not allowing my drowse.

The lights flashed so softly, it was a comforting glow

announcing the season,

letting me know.

T'is the time now for giving it's arrived once again

but why just at Christmas

the poor we have with us my friend.

Why is it we seem to ignore this all year

and only equate it

to eight tiny reindeer.

The needs of the poor who are human like us

are so easily forgotten

why's our giving so brusque.

Do we not care about those hungry and cold

haven't we learned

or have we just gotten old.

It could have been me, no it could have been us

that others ignored

and thrown under the bus.

I'm lucky enough to have not gone over that ridge

while others are barely surviving

living under a bridge.

Do we let them go hungry, do we let them stay cold

are we so blind we can't see

it could have been us in that mold.

That's why it's always the time whether we're from suburbs or hood

that we be working together

for the worlds common good.

Our Children, Gone in a Moment

Children gone

in the blink of an eye.

I sit here weeping,

wondering why.

So much now is lost

that will never be found.

As the blood of our children

now covers the ground.

It's not just those

of Aurora and Newtown.

But also in war zones

making us frown.

This killing goes on

it's totally senseless.

With most of the victims

completely defenseless.

The victims are children,

fathers and mothers.

Not only those killed

but sisters and brothers.

Lives changed forever

in ruins in a shamble.

Survivors left behind

who can only mutter and ramble.

For where has this world gone,

how deep has it sunk.

With the actions of many

treating life as mere junk.

How did we get here,

which road did we take.

This path to destruction

why weren't we awake.

Is there an answer,

can we return?

To a life as we knew it

a life with concern.

Concern for our neighbor

not only next door.

But for those we've not met yet

our love should out-pour.

The Gospel of Love

They've a gospel of love

but that's only within.

To folks who are just like them

with skin oh so thin.

If you tell them that others

around them teach love.

They'll deny it and say

love only comes from above.

Though they may believe true

in their heart and their mind

to them “from above”

has it's limits that bind.

If you don't think just like them,

your beliefs not the same.

In their eyes you are evil

as you don't play their game.

They deny love exists

outside of their God.

Feel their faith may be shaken,

they remain quite tight jawed.

But the truth of the matter,

true love comes from within

and to me what this shows,

is their faith's pretty thin.

So if love resides in us

our outside will show it.

Not confined to the few

but be shared without limit.

True Friends

True friends they are precious

that's why there are so few.

How many folks out there

will drop all just for you.

For the most part we're selfish

that's just how we are.

Our priorities are held close

seldom traveling very far.

But once in a while

one may come along.

Open your eyes and your heart

they'll emerge from the throng.

So if you're lucky to find one

you should count yourself blessed.

For the bond you will find there

will survive any test..