There’s much to be angry about since the November 2016 elections, but I refuse to let fear and disillusionment change who I am.
Standing in a crowd My voice loud and strong Yet ignored and silenced Sound waves evaporating In a polluted air of false leadership “Danger!” I call While the oppressor’s mist Clouds the senses And tunnels my pleas Tattered spirits weakened By hate, fear, and pain Spread misery cloaked in promise Their wordsContinue reading “Motivational Monday Poem: Oppressor’s Mist”
“I hate mosquitos.” While that declaration is true for many of us, when stated from the mouth of my toddler-age niece it became a lesson on many levels. “We don’t say ‘hate’,” was the adults’ response. “Say ‘don’t like’ instead.” I watched the loving, independent, inquisitive child play and clarity hit me like a buildingContinue reading “Sunday SoulJourn: Love Trumps Hate”