It dawned on me; like the sun coming out after a torrential rain; if we were all ....all of us....everywhere....were to sit down at a table, or several tables in groups, and truly discussed solutions to our country's problems, maybe, just maybe we would find workable answers that we agree on. Hope is being able to see light despite all the darkness, according to Desmond Tutu.
I really don't believe there can be hope when we consider the nature of politics...the goal of politics. Isn't it power? A politician would become poison at that table. We can all agree on that right? Imaginably, people who engage in a career of politics perhaps do so with a relatively pure motive in the beginning. They believe they can "fix" things, make things better. Then it seems ego and the deadly game becomes all too real. They find out that the childhood monsters they thought once were real, really are real and have outgrown their closet. And alas! They are lost in a game that's bigger than they are. So, either get out, or play to survive and feed the ego that once was a pure motive.
In my most passionate moments of disagreements, I struggled very seriously to move in kindness and love. I must admit, many times I fail. I have also considered putting my head in the proverbial sand and not being a part of any discussion that isn't pleasant. But that's not my nature. I usually try to face things head on and just deal with them. It's difficult to do in the Facebook forum...or any forum for that matter, without coming away feeling heavy, hopeless and negative. So, recently I had a private conversation with someone who I thought had other values than my own. When we actually chatted, I found I had misunderstood a lot of his ideas. I found we had more in common than I thought we did. Although we disagree in some areas of resolution, we both have the same heart of compassion. I didn't know that before I decided to engage in a discussion.
It's so easy to be negative in any situation. Gravity proves that if you're in a higher place and you're trying to pull someone up to where you are, it's easier for you to fall down to his/her level. Every morning when I wake, the oppressive cloud of what is happening in our country hits me hard, hits me and tries to take over my open heart. My heart that is trying to stay vulnerable.
I wish, I really do, that we could all sit and discuss with hope in our hearts, and a pure motive of love; love of freedom, love of this country, and love for each other, our future. Our children's future, our grand children's future. I would like for us to be an example to future generations that we can do this if we stay open, loving and kind toward each other. We can do this if we really want to see answers and solutions. Maybe if these "little talks" would spread like wildfire instead of passionate, hopeless opinions and useless judgments, maybe, just maybe America would be great again.
I tell you what, I have a pretty huge dining table. Maybe I'll................
"Mercy"
Don’t give up, I know you can see
All the world and the mess that we’re making
Can’t give up and hope God will intercede
Come on back, imagine that we could get it together
Stand up for what we need to be
‘Cause crime won’t save or feed a hungry child
Can’t lay down and wait for a miracle to change things
So lift up your eyes, lift up your heart
All the world and the mess that we’re making
Can’t give up and hope God will intercede
Come on back, imagine that we could get it together
Stand up for what we need to be
‘Cause crime won’t save or feed a hungry child
Can’t lay down and wait for a miracle to change things
So lift up your eyes, lift up your heart
Singing, mercy will we overcome this
Oh, one by one, could we turn it around
Maybe carry on just a little bit longer
And I’ll try to give you what you need
Me and you, and you, and you just wanna be free
But you see, all the world is just as we’ve made it
And until we got a new world I’ve got to say
That love is not a whisper or a weakness
No, love is strong, so we got to get together
Yeah, gotta get, gotta get, gotta get
‘Til there is no reason to fight
Have we come too far to turn it around
Ask too much to be a little bit stronger
But I wanna give you what you need
Mercy, what will become of us
Oh, one by one, could we turn it around
Maybe carry on just a little bit longer
And I’ll try to give you what you need
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