About this poem:

We have grown too diverse. Technology has created great connection, but also great divide. We live in communities apt-to-apt, house-to-house, yet we don't know our neighbors name. We sit in our vehicles at stop lights staring stonily ahead, not acknowledging that there is a person beside us. We stand in impatient lines in the shopping stores, locked (un-present) in our own heads, seeing people as only blockages (of time) to our next destination. Seeing only that they are causing us a longer delay. They are not people. They are people in the way... Let us change our clouded vision. Let us enter the temple of our hearts. Let us make it our mission to bring back a sense of community. To smile at a stranger. To speak a kind word. To practice (daily) an Act of Random Kindness. An A.R.K. The interesting thing is; this changes the dynamics of YOUR day, and perhaps theirs as well! And it always gets paid forward...because even if NO ONE else notices; Guess what? Its been recorded in the heart of God. And the heart of God, remembers.