We each need to feel loved and accepted don’t we? Especially in this time, in this world in which we live,
we need to respond in the opposite spirit of hate.
White Nationalists create fear of the other and hateful rhetoric, even in these United States.
Let us stand together offering acceptance of people,
even those different than ourselves, with a vision of hope and unity.
I’m standing with immigrants, and all victims of violence, in our world.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
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
We are so divided, what do we tell our children, our grandchildren, when they are old enough? I think I will tell them this:
I would rather sit at an outdoor café, sipping some wine, or a bottle of water, talking and disagreeing I’m sure, maybe even arguing quietly, with a group of leftists.
We could break bread together, while slicing some cheese, or snacking on some peanuts and granola in a bowl.
I would rather have these discussions at the café, sipping and snacking, than to hear the horrific sounds of black boots marching with shouts of hate, looking for a war behind every tree. Yes, I really would.
At least that’s my opinion.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Our reflections, our images of who we are, have become marred
distorted, nearly impossible to see our faces now,
with the ripples of fear stealing
one important principle –
loving our neighbor
And who is our neighbor?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies