Peace Train

 With the world seeming to go nuts, it feels kinda funny to write about my dealing with cancer. A bit like navel-gazing.

There's nothing constructive I can really do, save trying to write something positive, and hope that these word-ripples survive their trip across the water, and wash some distant shore.

'Agree to disagree' was fine,

at least that's how it seemed to me,

but now it's like we crossed a line,

and you're evil if you don't agree 

with the right or with the left

to love or madly loathe this nation,

but can't we see we're warp and weft,

the tapestry of God's Creation?

I think if we would just step back

and look at our foes with new eyes

we might regain something we lack,

and find out, that, to our surprise,

those we'd throw beneath the bus

are an awful lot like us.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SPARK.

Lord, please let me be a spark

to light a golden flame

to banish demons of the dark,

to light Your Holy Name.

Lord, let me be a man of peace

'till my life's at an end.

Let the pride in my heart cease,

to see a potential friend

in all those whose paths might cross

mine as I walk my days,

for missing this would be a loss,

and so please make my ways

straight unto the barren hill

where sacrifice is measured still.

Maybe this is appropriate music to add, Cat Stevens' Peace Train.

Sylvia refuses to hate, though she still chases lizards.