free write

Free write
11:30am
November 19

Anger never solved anything
and no one is going to get through their grief by
tearing rage out of each other in attempt to assuage their own hurt

the wound won’t heal as long as hate feeds it
allows the blood to ooze out from under it
never hardening, never scabbing, never falling away
forgotten.

A scar could remain, but the pain of the puncture won’t
only the memory that it was once there
but that now, it doesn’t dictate life

for all the evil and perversion we must wade through
there is exponentially more joy
to be found in the smiles of children
the kisses of strangers

life is not to be wasted on grief
anger, sorrow, or unhappiness
these must only be passing phases
allowing us to more fully feel
the brilliance of being alive

that make beautiful days more beautiful
the hugs of friends more warm
than we ever allowed them to be before.

It’s not that love isn’t there
it’s that we refuse to see it
and accept it for what it is

it’s that we force every relationship
to conform to what we want it to be
instead of resigning ourselves
to loving it for what it is

to resign is not to forfeit
dreams or hopes
but to be grateful for everything we have
everyone we encounter
every trying situation we manage to live through

sometimes living is only about surviving
about existing through the difficulties

but when existence subsides,
and we can truly be...
God, what a glorious thing it can be
to live.

thank God for the sunny days
the clarity and the color
that grant peace and a moment’s solace
from the drudgery that humanness can become

but

don’t run from your humanity
it is too precious to neglect
don’t hate it, don’t regret it
don’t try to lose it

embrace it
embolden yourself, accepting your failures and successes
your propensities
the good and the bad of you
as part of your being human

and be thankful for it

and delve fully into the bewildering whirlwind
of times when you are both fully human and fully outside
of earthly experience

for those are the times when humanity reaches the divine

the world is not dependent on chance
and not dependent on gods

but it is dependent on the divinity within you
on the god that exists within each of us
on the love that can come from us
brightening the dreariness of another’s day

that negates all the ugliness that we wallow in
that brings us down to the level of beasts
and because of which we forget that we too
can be god-like.

man is wealthy of the beauty of the love he holds in his heart

we thank you for the splendor of the whole creation,
for the beauty of this world,
for the wonder of life,
and for the mystery of love.

I saw you at 4:40 this morning, and then I saw a shooting star through orion.

- love appears to me to be the chief thing of all -