“I won’t traffic in fear and division.”
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.
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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.
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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.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies