We seem to fight for peace but at the cost of human life... Gone is some beloved husband alone is a widowed wife...
Somewhere a child is covered in mud, no clean clothes or bed to sleep, somewhere is a person afflicted with AIDS an innocent child is dying while mother weeps...
Babies are born addicted, someone is bullied for being born gay, what's wrong with this world? maybe we should be open to another way...
Lord Jesus died for our sins on the cross, the Buddha meditated under the fig tree, Mohammed had his wonderful vision, Anne Frank wrote diligently in her diary..
But we can change we have the power in our voice, It is not where you're from or color of your skin, We can speak up with carefully planned choice we are human beings that can start over all again...
Perhaps deep down we are all the same, the most unique species on our planet...
I very much agree. Power isn't something outside ourselves that's exerted over us... that's control. I understand power to be an energy within each and every one of us that we can individually and collectively use for the benefit of self and others.
Thank you CR as always for reading this one....Ken
LadyMorgana60Norwich, Norfolk, England UKMar 11, 2013
Great awareness that's Passionately written Ken..
Sadly..It brings to mind with watching a recent report in Africa that's reverberating in my head that 1.000000 children die each year from malaria alone, yet this can be stopped..with just a net! the cost is so small.. I ask why? why..is this still happening in our world today..
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I very much agree. Power isn't something outside ourselves that's exerted over us... that's control. I understand power to be an energy within each and every one of us that we can individually and collectively use for the benefit of self and others.
Ty for your heartfelt sharing
Sadly..It brings to mind with watching a recent report in Africa that's reverberating in my head that 1.000000 children die each year from malaria alone, yet this can be stopped..with just a net! the cost is so small.. I ask why? why..is this still happening in our world today..
My thanks my friend for this fine poem..