Where am I this new morning.
It did happen quite quickly; I sensed an overall feeling
of good in my awakening.
I am.
I am on this planet in this brick home very far from
away.
I think of the young man in Iraq and try to understand
what wakes him up? Is this the day he may ask and why? Is there a brief
understanding as I see the planet in him so far away or does he awake like
a soldier at two in the morning with a trash can lid rattling his brain
with the messiah yelling in his ear," Today you are mine!!"
I seem to have a hard time with our president declaring
war on the Garden of Eden; that place where the lion lays down with the
lamb where every known biblical sense of reason came to being.
Last night I listened to Janis Ian and listened to the
call the awakening of why; why haven't we change in these last thirty years?
Why didn't the world listen to those soft words as I
did?
Every morning I awake,
every morning I search.
Sometimes there is a moment where I just see like a child
lost in a dream, Tomas did you hear me? The teacher comes by and says,
Tomas did you hear the question? Someone please tap my
shoulder.
Awaken me from this moment of peace.
badaba
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