Dear America,
happy monday, i think not.
since the massacre that took place during the wee hours of Friday morning, in Aurora, Colorado, the nation has been stunned....what kind of a person does this?
In the barrio, it's seems understandable; in the projects, totally expected; in East LA or Chi-town, don't even get me started. And definitely (now taking creative license to take a giant leap) -- when it comes to places like Iraq and a little something that was reported just this morning -- when it comes to the loss of 82 people in multiple blasts that occurred within hours of each other at the hand of one body of evil, we just breathe a sigh of relief that that kind of thing just doesn't happen here.
But one thing is for sure -- we seem far more alarmed when death comes to us all at once; when it just trickles in here and there, our daily lives quickly consume it, or worse, totally disregard it.
But a massacre -- a massacre gets our immediate and full attention for days...weeks...months; while for those of us right up close to it, the experience steals away precious years to forever.
We have no idea what the day brings, let alone tomorrow or the next day.
This is a day with all the more reason to hold the ones you love tightly in your arms and tell them you love them. This is a day that reminds us to do our very best, no matter what mundane task is ahead of us; this is a day demanding us to live our lives fully, respectfully, courageously, and with honor.
This is certainly not a day for politics.
For our lives are nothing but a mist, really. While in this day, my mist lays virtually still, pooling with the blood and tears of those who have lost their lives and a whole host of families and friends who must pick up the pieces and go on along with the rest of America.
Make it a Good Day, G
"There's nothing to writing --
all you do is sit down
at a typewriter
and bleed."
happy monday, i think not.
since the massacre that took place during the wee hours of Friday morning, in Aurora, Colorado, the nation has been stunned....what kind of a person does this?
In the barrio, it's seems understandable; in the projects, totally expected; in East LA or Chi-town, don't even get me started. And definitely (now taking creative license to take a giant leap) -- when it comes to places like Iraq and a little something that was reported just this morning -- when it comes to the loss of 82 people in multiple blasts that occurred within hours of each other at the hand of one body of evil, we just breathe a sigh of relief that that kind of thing just doesn't happen here.
But one thing is for sure -- we seem far more alarmed when death comes to us all at once; when it just trickles in here and there, our daily lives quickly consume it, or worse, totally disregard it.
But a massacre -- a massacre gets our immediate and full attention for days...weeks...months; while for those of us right up close to it, the experience steals away precious years to forever.
"Why, you don't even know
what will happen tomorrow.
What is your life?
You are a mist
that appears for a little while
and then vanishes."
James 4:14
We have no idea what the day brings, let alone tomorrow or the next day.
This is a day with all the more reason to hold the ones you love tightly in your arms and tell them you love them. This is a day that reminds us to do our very best, no matter what mundane task is ahead of us; this is a day demanding us to live our lives fully, respectfully, courageously, and with honor.
This is certainly not a day for politics.
For our lives are nothing but a mist, really. While in this day, my mist lays virtually still, pooling with the blood and tears of those who have lost their lives and a whole host of families and friends who must pick up the pieces and go on along with the rest of America.
Make it a Good Day, G
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