The tool of the seamstress… the tailor,

has no conscience, no realization of: whom

it pricks, the duration or the depth of the wound.

No power drunk King or the dogs at his feet

linger over the occurrence… and consciousness

becomes no factor when issues so trivial are

brought into public play, the words disregarded.

Whom then is this individual, this collective group

to welcome the thankless ones to their land… and

see those seeking peace to ballyhoo and belly ache

about cultural traditions of their host… the Saxons?

What happened to breathing a sigh of relief, when

relief was offered, and the feelings of being grateful

for not having been killed by their own (radicalized)

people of peace- the ‘headlines’ now left smudged?

Books can be folded but the words, ideas, will never

be erased… never be squandered by latent ruthlessness

or spindled and mangled by openness expressed as

support and slighted by bias, tasting less of raisins.

The drain consumes what sympathy existed yesterday…

the sink will be scrubbed and cleaned to use tomorrow,

and life will go on when choice is fresh to the mind of care.

Must we remain blinded... captives of our own beliefs?

Must we remain blinded… captives of our own beliefs?

How rich are we to become… when the gift of life is given us by grace. Knowing we have had our debt to sin paid (something we could never do on our own) by The only one who could (God Himself… the Word made flesh and the perfect sacrifice) and we are to be ‘thankful.’ The riches of heaven (found by the faithful) are what value this life cannot steal or rob, and moth cannot destroy. Transmutation does happen in this life… just look to the Moth and the Butterfly for proof- one of the daylight and one of the night. Which do you favor… light or night- in the light of day growth occurs and the importance of life is made plain!

Perspective opposed to thankfulness!

Perspective opposed to thankfulness! This is not an Eid prayer.

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