Press On.

I know it's hard seeing the dark of bigotry, violence & segregation.
We're living in the generation of the arrogant and proud.
The ones who are so loud but not really saying a word.
Unaware they roam the earth with their eyes closed.
Clinging to their lies and false hope.
Burning both ends of the rope as if it has no end.
It's no fair to have to raise up a child in.
I cant imagine what that must take.
Trying to mold and shape your seed into someone great.
When the world lies in wait to dismantle.
That can be hard to handle to say the least.
The enemy never sleeps
so neither should we until the battle is won.
Keep on struggling my friend.... Press on.

Combat

The lack of humility is so apparent
everyone entitled
But if they bothered to open the bible
they'd see we are but dust
a cloud passing by as the wind gusts
no more entitled are we than the air we breathe
Our life short like the span of the leaves on the trees as they reach Autumn
But those of us awake
we know what is at stake
we don't feel content to just stand in one place
watching as the world degrades
we take action
there's no satisfaction in being complacent
We must combat the hatred and replace it with Love
Don't give up.

The Music of Nature

I wish all these buildings weren't in my way
A day on an open range is what I need
Fresh clean oxygen to breathe
A place where a sea of green trees envelopes me
and all I hear is the music of nature
The melodies of the bird and the bees
The chorus of the breeze as it blows through the air
I need to be there.

Listening

Staring out into the nothing
There's something so beautiful about the open space
About a place not yet invaded
by all the noise
Where I can listen for that still small voice without interruption....