when you hate
someone else
because they are
different than you
you are unknowingly hating on
the very Architect of Creation itself
Tag: <span>Hate</span>
…
Again
Shots fired
Tears flowing
Shock and Anger
Guns in the wrong hands
…
“Wild faith” perhaps the signature I need? Or the blog name I should have? Wild, as in untamed or possibly even untrained? Faith, as in confidence, perhaps even trust?
I wish for peace and find myself torn
I am always with the children of the lesser god
because let’s face it, that’s what we think they are.
Less important.
Israel, oh Israel, how I cried with you when the attack happened.
How I feared for the hostages.
Memorial Day. The day to honor and mourn the U.S. military personnel who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces. Brave men and women, who fought for our country.
It probably started
in a whisper, a murmur,
a low tone hardly caught by the papers,
a sticker, a poster,
a brick wall with slogans in fresh black paint
“How many Trump voters does it take to change a light bulb? None! Trump will declare there is light and they will stand in the dark and cheer!
At first I smiled when I read the joke, but my smile quickly turned into sadness. How can such a harmless joke bear so much truth?
Every Mother’s Day I want to crawl in a hole and stay there until the annual demonstration of love and gratitude toward the woman who MADE you is over and done with.
Brother Richard Hendrick, a Capuchin Franciscan living in Ireland, has written a touching poem about our uncertain times living with the coronavirus.
Lockdown by Brother Richard
Yes there is fear.
Yes there is isolation.
Yes there is panic buying.
Yes there is sickness.
Yes there is even death.
I don’t hate nothing and nobody, which was true until autocorrect came along.
Just a while ago I texted a friend and wished her belated Happy Birthday. I confessed to being a terrible friend, what was quickly adjusted and corrected to “I am a terrier.”