Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (25)

Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (25) https://allpoetry.com/poem/17290601-Marching-On.-.-.-21st-Century-Love-During-a-Time-of-Violence--Way-by-

As Sabrina leaned upon the old wooden door after Wayne had just exited minutes before she turned to look upon her mother on the top of the hallway steps rising not hiding in her eyes a sad look of utter abhor... Snake Envy https://allpoetry.com/story/16577476-Snake-Envy-by-Seah-Ray Toxic envy snakes backwards heart to mind. Victims-- kid to king. Antidote: Love with kind-- ness. These simple words Sabrina desired her mother, Kim, to gather to heart and bear in mind when thinking upon Wayne, lately weak in spine. Sabrina decided to sit and sip a cup of green tea and read today's text in contemplation. For it touched on a subject global. A lack of application of this principle causing mankind abject misery: "Stop judging that you may not be judged; for with the judgment you are judging, you will be judged." Matt. 7:1, 2. Sabrina gazed at limbs of a tree waving beautifully in their backyard. But thought upon the verse hard: Is not 'passing judgment' asinine? Yet, we are all guilty of it, at one time or another. As if our standards are above those of our kindred sisters and brothers. Imperfect we all are. Death not distant from each, by far. Yet, we leave the door of judgment ajar. Wide enough so that superiority, hatred, even, lack of patience enters to stay. To become 'racist', 'fascist', emotionally afar off from each other as each star is: "The glory of the sun is one sort, and the glory of the moon is another, and the glory of the stars is another; in fact, one star differs from another star in glory." 1 Cor. 15:41. Yet, our Father, loves each of us as unique as we are... Recommended, today and forever: "Draw close to God, and he will draw close to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you indecisive ones. Give way to misery and mourn and weep." "“Yet even now,” declares Jehovah, “return to me with all your hearts, With fasting and weeping and wailing." Joel 2:12. "Let your laughter be turned into mourning, and your joy into despair. Humble yourselves in the eyes of Jehovah, and he will exalt you. Stop speaking against one another, brothers." Sabrina continued to read: "Whoever speaks against a brother or judges his brother speaks against law and judges law. Now if you judge law, you are not a doer of law but a judge. There is only one who is Lawgiver and Judge, the one who is able to save and to destroy. But you, who are you to be judging your neighbor?" James 4:8-12. Mercy and loving-kindness are qualities that we must perpetually explore... Sabrina set down her cup and saucer, bowed her head, and prayed for herself, her mother, Wayne, and others harder than she had prayed before...TO BE CONT'D Or, So It Seems https://allpoetry.com/poem/16930806-Or--So-It-Seems--Renewed--by-Seah-Ray I dipped its weathered tip in blackest ink as morning sank red, purple, and blue, a flash of pink while thoughts swirled in a whirlwind 'think' behind my mind's eye a rapid 'blink' envisioning an expansive reinvigorating scene begun centuries back spliced between tranquility and global war. Blown away peace. Scattered on a shattered track. Iron and clay moistened suddenly splattered flat. Though, contrived to re-figure mankind's form: Well-rounded. Flattering. In some common vernacular 'becoming'--phat. Around our globe hatred flung as in a sling although, also, spitefully to offenders-- boomeranged. When first started love was only seen. Offered in bountiful gardens displayed, among animals, and to human beings. Then a snake spoke bold. A liar, mean. Destroyed souls; selfishness sprung. Then came 'redeem': A ransom won for humanity. Paid. Life for life given by generous means. Sinfulness 'forgiven'. Man to be again at peace with all men; no more a reason for vicious beasts. I paint this picture to create a portrait of paradise and a life of ease. This worthwhile vision to thankfully relate: An end to horrendous travesty. Of races united. Singing in harmony. Of nations, one. In unity. A Sovereign Ruler and His appointed King... I began this trek, this dream dreamt so long ago. In joy to stream until today. Even still for it more so now I pray. As years flew by like a gymnast's rain-bowed ribbon whipping through stifling electrified air as a silken thread skillfully driven through global periods of anxious scare as beauteous beams of colored hues cause us to pause and give to beauty an appreciative stare until reality into our reveries bursts forth in screams... Or, so it seems... Yes... So it seems. But my purpose is joyously to state of eternity and of glorious life-giving springs. Of universal spirituality... The time has flown. Truth birthed strong wings to fly forth to now: The foretold long-awaited 'last days' of a wicked system of things.