Rivers Diverted

Peace does flow through us like a river, yet in the Untied States, our rivers can be diverted.

I find it difficult to write my normal poetry right now due to the horrific violence at the Capitol the other day. It was worse than we thought. Did you see the Neo-Nazi/KKK flag on the news being waved that day? I saw it with my own eyes.

And then there were the Confederate flags. And a flag with an assault rifle. Yes there were plenty of average Joe Citizens there believing the lies about our election.

Yes…the current president lied to our people once again. Even a staff member said this. And now we have death and destruction. No it wasn’t Antifa. That is another lie busted by our own FBI.

Conservatives often make the mistake of saying there are bad people on both sides. Yes, but NO. Liberals are not armed to the teeth trying to take over our government. Not even close.

One story says there was a truck found close to the Capitol with guns and bombs. Some of these fringe groups came armed wanting to take hostages and kill people. There’s photographic and internet evidence.

My river will always flow, but right now I cannot write. It’s kind of like grieving.

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A Brighter Future

As I was walking yesterday a neighbor came out of her house, with her hands in the air yelling, “We have a new president!” I said yes we do!

And she walked around her front yard, yelling, praying, crying, all at the same time with eyes closed, saying, “Oh my God!”, Oh my God!”

And I began to realize how deep the scars have been over the past four years. And my friends, it hasn’t been one side just arguing with…

the other side and the result is the fighting going back and forth. No.

It has been the far right enabling a president’s lies, racism, denying climate change, attacking Dr. Fauci, a lack of coronavirus response,

and so many other wrongs, and the other side trying to stop it. Trying to protect our democracy, protect our people. Yet I can see a much brighter future now….

a future where we can actually be neighbors again. Suddenly I can hear Dr. Martin Luther King’s voice say, “I have a dream today….” “I have a dream.”

May it be so. May we declare freedom from the mountain tops.

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Keep America Beautiful

Chinese-Americans are such a beautiful people aren’t they? And I love the African American side of my family,

and how we all make up such a beautiful fabric of our America. And the first people,

the Native Americans/First Nations giving us wings yet reminding us how hate can be deadly.

I’m glad we are strong in our diversity instead of some extremist far right concept, flirting

with white supremacy. And among their great sins comes the undermining of our election, sewing doubt.

This is what dictators do, so that they can declare it all invalid when they lose.

Stop the far right extremists, stop the lies, stop the brutality and insanity.

Keep America beautiful,

diverse….

and free.

VOTE.

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America the Beautiful

We have such a beautiful country, don’t we?

The other day my wife and I were driving near our home when we noticed a woman walking, dressed in traditional clothing, perhaps from Africa.

Yet Africa’s not a country, did you know that? There are many countries,

thousands of cultures and languages there. And this lady was wearing some beautiful clothing, with bright colors.

And later in the day My Love and I were on our front porch speaking of love and whatever the future holds,

when a neighbor walked by with her grandson. She’s a good neighbor, and from Indonesia.

Such a beautiful country we are.

Well unless you consider…..the militias. The ugliness of far right extremists, in love with their assault rifles,

intimidating voters, spinning bizarre ideas, many hating brown or black people.

Stop the far right extremists, stop the hate, stop the lies.

Keep America beautiful,

and free.

VOTE.

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Restoration

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“I won’t traffic in fear and division.”

Joe Biden

You know what? I believe Honest Joe when he says that.

He’s not perfect, and he says that too, in the context of he will take responsibility when he does make a mistake.

Instead of blaming others. I know too he will help this nation heal. He will be picking a woman running mate,

and I’m willing to bet she will be African American.

God, may the healing and restoration begin for our nation, for our world.

Amen.

      

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Our Healing as a Nation

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For our healing as a nation, all we really need is a moderate in the White House, from either side.

Regardless of what happens with the impeachment, we simply need a man or woman with integrity, willing to do what is right for our nation.

And that includes taking a stand against corruption and lying.

On the right, I can think of several people such as Mitt Romney, and John Kasich. Mitt is an excellent speaker, and a statesman. Maybe you can think of some others.

And for the progressives let’s not count out Honest Joe Biden. Since our current president likes to brand people to slam their character, I’m turning around the idea for the positive.

Honest Joe has alot of integrity, and an incredible amount of experience. There’s also Amy Klobachar. She is excellent.

My point is we can do this.

It’s easier than we think. There are many others that are less known, such as Catherine Cortez Masto, a moderate Democrat from Nevada.

She was the first woman to ever be elected to the U.S. Senate from Nevada, and the first Latina to ever be elected to the U.S. Senate…..ever.

You see how close we are to healing?

In diversity there is strength.

Peace.

     

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Hope Always Wins

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As I drove by the mosque today on the way to vote, I was amazed at the fabric we have become.

Yes we were all there at the polls every faith, shape, size, and color. There was blue hair, green, red, brown and a whole lot of gray.

Even atheists whispered prayers with their pens.

And I wondered about an Asian man, his face told the story of many years,

so many weathered storms held in his wrinkles, in his gray hair. Perhaps

he had escaped from Communist China, traveling by sea, yet here he was today

refusing to be diminished.

His pen having the same value as mine.

I was never so proud to be an American.

Casting my ballot

for hope today. 

     

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