When surrounded by the horrors of our hatred
I am grateful for those who have the ability to find…
In the midst of the most difficult of situations….
the courage to be kind.
When surrounded by the horrors of our hatred
I am grateful for those who have the ability to find…
In the midst of the most difficult of situations….
the courage to be kind.
This morning when you’re thinking about exactly how to dress
as the world searches for ways to make hatred and violence cease
may you clothe yourself in kindness…
in compassion, humility
and peace.
Knowing life is fleeting…may we always be prepared
to make the most of every moment with another person…
every moment shared.
Understanding how blessed we are…how lucky
In a world so vast and wide…
for that stranger, that friend or family member
standing by our side…
And hoping in that moment
we both come away inspired…
knowing the kindness we just showed each other
was all that either of us desired.
I am grateful for understanding Antoine de Saint-ExupĂ©ry’s advice
Which I offer to you with my affection:
“Love does not consist of gazing at each other
but in looking outward together in the same direction.
May we all be blessed
to know the kind of love Zora Neal Hurston wrote about….
even if only a trace….
The kind of love that makes your soul
crawl out of it’s hiding place.
As I watched the waves gently glide onto shore the other day
having rippled out from some unseen sailboat’s wake
I was reminded as a child how I loved to watch the circles form
once I tossed a stone into the middle of a lake.
I was mesmerized how out of one stone’s wake
perfect concentric circles would flow…
how each repeated circle began life small..
and how large each one would grow.
I loved watching those circles spread out across the lake…
in a silent rhythmic beat
until they found their way to shore…and rested at my feet.
Sometimes I would count the seconds…timing how long it would take
for a circle, once it began it’s journey…to find it’s way across the lake.
Now…as I remembered a time when the world seemed more innocent and calm…
I wondered…when did the stones we once so innocently tossed
turn into bullets and missiles and bombs.
And how is it our politicians….our lawmakers…our leaders…
after all these years still don’t understand….still do not know
the damage every bullet…every missile and every bomb will do…
and how far the circles of hatred they create will go.
How each bullet, missile and bomb they toss..
destroying buildings and killing people on their streets
will eventually have the ripple effect…and land back at their feet.
So while governments continue to toss their bullets,
their missiles
their bombs…
unaware, or worse, unconcerned with their ever-widening circles of hate…
I prefer to toss stones of love into my lake…stand on the shore
and see what kind of world those circles of love create.
I am grateful for understanding :
When a world of pain and sadness is all that I can see
I need only look to the innocence of our children
to restore my faith in humanity…
And grateful for remembering…
All children are accepting and generous and loving
all begin life with kindness in their eyes.
They know nothing of hatred,
hostility
and prejudice
until we teach them otherwise.