The Beaten Up Path.

As most people are doing some kind of social media these days, I too was on my facebook page. Most of my posting and sharing is in the form of positive and spiritual relevance. Tonight though was diferent. Tonight my neice had posted something that was upsettng to me. She had been beaten up and violently abused. She was posting this for the world to see and we all tend to look the other way when we dont have an emotional tie to things of that sort. It is not to say it is right, but we have been conditioned through the years to accept alot of things that we should not. She showed a picture of huge amounts of hair in the trash can and it was quite a substantial amount.  There were about 22 comments that were just as terrible as the act of violence that she had posted to her page, from the people that she loved and were in her immediate circle of family and freinds. What struck me and why I write this is, we the people of a nation that use to take our coats and lay them across a water puddle for the old woman not to get her shoes wet, now are a nation of “if you say something I do not agree with I will just beat you up or worse yet have you desyroyed.” A negetive action followed by 22 more negative actions. That is not good math or even a good thoughts. What ever happened to “lets talk about this” or “I am sorry”. For Pete’s sake people can we come to fair and balanced debate on the topic of disagreement. Or do we have to reach out and always beat them up and then everyone wants even worse, revenge. Where does it stop. I often think of the International Space Station. The men that are there and the new life that one day will live there, be born there and die there. Will they get along or will they just be a society of the beaten up path. When I was in the 1st grade. I was completely taken by some writing in stone on the outside wall of my elementary school. I would go outside for resess and read what was written. The Golden Rule. “Do unto others as you would have others done unto you.” I am not seeing it these days. I am not seeing much good at all. The whole world is in chaos, it is hard and empty and cold and upsetting and wonderless and almost Godless. The males and females of the times at hand seem to want the drama, to want the heartless and selfish ways. I do not understand. What will become of my neice? I am not a betting person but, if I had to put money on it. I would bet she goes back to the same beaten up path she just shared with the world. Just sayin.

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My friends. My tree

My friends. My tree           I have recently developed this new social friend tree. And of course I am new at this so what I do in the beginning does not take hold or change your perspective until you realize that this grouping has rooted. It starts un denounced, catching you completely off guard. Then soon your crying and laughing and commenting. You find yourself praying for families, dropping to you knees and praying for the people you have never met. Just a picture or a name at the end of a tablet or the keys to a pc. Life has evolved. But love is never estranged. It is grandeur, sophisticated and common. Love takes you to top of the highest mountain. It shows character were character is due. Some friends have lost loved ones. Some lost young children, some lost them selves. We all share in a foundation that is so intense and wide in spirit and we hold back from setting this deep. When we root we don’t think about the depth of our magnificent plan. We don’t consider the fact that we are all stretching our limbs out to be exalted and digging deep to stay stable. We love. We feel. We reach. We should always without ignorance remember that, we are not alone. My tree now holds many, and the many will increase and my purpose for my existence is not to grow and to shed away and wilt to dry and be covered by the dust of the future. But, to become the future, to tell of things that have been and that are. All of us share in this creation of friends and of new beginnings and of simplicity. To love and to unite and be as one. You and I have so much in common, we are friends and we will grow together and we will create together. Love shall pour like water off our limbs. Hold fast a mighty branch for the days are short and the nights are long. Tomorrow, let the Son shine upon your face and fill you heart. In God’s grace may you root and in his grace may you bloom and grow. My friends. My tree.     

My tears bear my words.

My tears bear my words.     My heart cries out “Lord God, the whole world hurts and is afraid!” I try to speak aloud, to send my prayers out to you, but my mouth can’t keep up. My eyes pour out my tears, my words are running down my face and are lying on the table where my head is held. Is there something I can do? Is there any way to stop the genocide that has begun again? I am one person, one being. I do not have a voice and with what action can I take. It is like my hands and arms are tied I do not have the ability to help anyone. Being strapped in the moment and the helplessness that consumes me. I do have the strongest of words, though they lay in a pool of fluid. Emotional fluid with language that is more diverse than any language a man has spoken. It is the language of love. It was given to us by God himself. In the garden, when God gave us breath. He is our Father in heaven, His life he offered, and with His life the unconditional way to forever. Love, fear, emotional tribulation. It is with those things, we pray and we forgive and conquer over the worst that is forced upon this earth. These words to me are like a whisper. I hear them because I need them, I hear them because I want them. These words, “Our only hope is in the Lord.” In my tears, in my thoughts and all of my prayers however quiet or loud they may be. Those words whisper true. They are my tears, it is what I hold on to, it is what I cling to for every person of every nation of the earth. Love, peace and kindness. God blessed the earth in the first days and He will bless it again in the last. My words will stream down my face until my last breath. God hears me, he has heard my heart and he has given me hope in what lies ahead. The Bible is our go to place. It is our refuge in these days of savage actions upon the young and the old. Hear his word as he has heard mine. God bless and in his Grace may you stay.