Reach into our hearts – go deep
To the space that never falls asleep.
To the soul of the matter,
Our place of pure perfection,
Where humanity is one.
Where we all shed tears for this world
Its pain and suffering unfurled.
A man in a truck running over a crowd
As if he’s a child with toy soldiers all lined up
With a Tonka truck screaming,
“Whee Hoo
I’m gonna get you.”
The idea that any lunatic can wipe us out
As they lurk in the shadows,
We shout and turn about
To face the demons
And pray them away,
Yet they stay.
Why?
There are no answers.
Lives shattered
As if they never mattered
And this is so UNTRUE
Because the “other” is also a part of ME and YOU.
Wherever we live
However we pray, or not,
Whatever color our skin,
We are all the same — women and men!
Please God help us. Guide our way
To welcome in each day.
To trust more especially when evil can be in store.
Give us the might
To keep shining our light
Especially in the darkness,
The blackest of night.
Grant us peace
May the terror – cease.
Help us to reach out to others
Without any druthers.
To love more
And allow our hearts, not fear, to guide us to the “shore.”
art and poetry: by Suzan Tusson-McNeil
Wisdom Quest Arts and Coaching 