When I lift my eyes to the sky the magnificence of colors in creation soothe my troubled soul. Swimming in turmoil through turbulent waters navigating the human condition wiping away the residue…the residue of days lost in the rapid passing of time. The residue of hours devoured pursuing a flat line of self-serving activities. The residue of combative aggressive types intensifies the hype, vicious in pursuit of power. Greed the cataclysmic seed to success reigns. Yet, the fortissimo sounds of unified voices harmonize in hope.
When I lift my eyes to the sky the magnificence of colors in creation soothe my troubled soul. News of the day rocks reason in a season taunted by hostility. Demonic voices destroy tenuous threads of sanity. COVID-19 bells ring while trials for murder sing of camouflaged racism and brutalities. The ratta tat tat of assault rifles signify the right to bear arms in a gun crazed culture. Babies crying with fear want to be near to mother love, papa love, family love. Nurturing now wails, and weeps in misery’ Yet melodic musical tones sing “Joy cometh in the morning!”
When I lift my eyes to the sky the magnificence of colors in creation soothe my troubled soul. War ravages the human spirit! Cultures clash. Civil war erupts. Ideologies abruptly declare the right to eradicate with hate ideals of difference. Poison toxins contaminate breath, bombs explode, bullets mock life laughing at resistance mowed down in the name of dogma. Yet, a peace encompasses the universe, tolling a bell of love that cuts through strife, heralds the fragility of life, and pricks the heart to empart kindness, forgiveness, and happiness.
When I lift my eyes to the sky the magnificence of colors in creation soothe my troubled soul.
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