Changing lives matter
Each small gift of wisdom
Perfection is not in perfect
It’s what we do to aid others
Ease it not is
Conflicts cause difficulties, reasoning
Abilities to look beyond often are not pleasing
Hope is found, in connections similar, seeing some the same
But not always
Piecing together important parts
Understanding reflections exist
Beyond this shallow water of illusions can we rise?
Or will we forever be denied knowing
What could have been?
I look out into the horizon letting the water lap over my feet.
The now clean beach is ready
The petitions in my mailbox, have been signed
Words are spoken, to people I meet
In the spirit, that they too will see kindness
It isn’t easy
Anger does come
The hardships of compassion
They too bleed
It’s the hate, that damages us, the most
In eyes, that want to force us into sameness
Let’s Celebrate culture
Not deny it, the heritage we came from
When people fought for rights to live free
No matter what their race, sexuality, or belief
Why do we keep denying this?
I’ll keep writing poetry, til it ends
Beauty, love, hate, hurt, peace, beliefs, and non-beliefs
Where, can we find the serenity, the believers claim?
I don’t think it will be when we are all the same
Only, when we embrace diversity will the anger subside
Helping our neighbors, in spite of the challenges, we face within us
Because outside us our hands are needed
To rise, above the system created to defeat us.
Angela K. Crandall