Do you know,
I’m asking,
I need your help.
How rare to have a moment
to pause
to think
maybe imagine there are answers
outside of your comfort zone
outside of your comfort zone
outside of your usual way of thinking.
Instead of ‘you’
let’s talk about me,
walk inside my world
and tell me what can be seen.
Is there love?
How can we tell what love really is
when our world cries out in fear
with every opportunity
to share ideals, to share, to love.
Love,
to me becomes quiet,
soft, a caress, a knowing smile,
an ability to allow me,
to rest, to feel assured, to know I am …
ok.
Yet, in a world
where we are constantly
always, constantly,
you know,
just kind of so constantly
reminded
we don’t belong,
In a world where hate
is honored before we can …
love!
