I open my heart
to what is before me.
I open my heart
to who is near.
I open my heart in courage
to diminish the damage
of these breaking news deeds.
Now is always an invitation
for humanness to pour forth.
Nothing can ever be the same.
No more the meltdown
of passivity,
no more the cynicism
upon demand,
no more the conveyance
of dismissal.
I am those
that are in dire need.
I am afraid to admit
that I have contributed
to their circumstances.
Yes, I have contributed
to the isolation of others.
I have lived, ignoring signs
on a greater scale
for a greater cause.
I have bathed myself
in a intelligent distant view.
I have held conspiracy
as close to my heart as prayer.
I have stood in false protection
under the canopy of judgment.
I have not contributed
to the lessening of fears.
I have defined my life
as myopic priorities
and substantiated results.
Yes, I am guilty
in the first person sense
as I am by omission
somewhat guilty.
Yes, I am somewhat guilty,
as I am by conviction,
a distanced bystander.
But mostly, I am in shock
to see the world I live in
as my creation
that includes all of this.
I am starved to make it over
in a more intimate blend.
I thirst for human contact
in the riches of ways.
And I don't see why
we have to go through
such heinous deeds
to have agreement
that we all want it to be
some other way.
I only have the privilege
of this moment,
sacred and ongoing.
I only have the people
right next to me.
I only have what comes
from inside me
to give and share from within.
When will breaking news
be like breaking bread
and abundance for all of us
comes out,
of apparently nothing?
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