‘tis the bountiful season full of hope,
yet why is it so many can't cope?

‘tis the season of peak freshness and cheer,
yet why do some still wake and sleep in fear?

‘tis the season we sing spirit’d songs,
yet why is it some feel they don't belong?

‘tis the season of spectrums of color,
yet why is it some won’t accept others?

‘tis the season of sacrifice and prayer,
why does our world still feel such despair?

© 2006 cynth’ya lewis reed

all rights reserv’d

 
 (Author's note) In an Indiana town well-known for its vehement racial history, (from a third party resource who lives in the town that inspired the above poem) I am told that there is still a law on the city records stating that black people are not to be on the street at nightfall. Amidst all the changes that have been witness, all the blood shed in freedom for others, why can't the United States be the example of unity?

Whether or not the account about dark people being inside by the time it gets dark is accurate, in any case, discoveries of this legal nature could seemingly cause sensible people in that town to wonder about the logic as to why some people choose to give up their right to exercise their voice in American Politics. (Somebody refresh my memory, is it 2006 or 1866?). Nonetheless, this is a free nation, and if a town chooses to stay in the past, those who choose not to "go with their flow" can choose to leave. The heart can only be changed by the one who hears the beat.

Without a doubt this world needs prayer, but the actions from the prayers must first be in the hearts of those who must first admit to themselves their own sins. Then those who hope to teach them a better way of living and coping must first understand that resistance to change is completely natural.

Until those two psycho-spiritual elements occur along both sides of the color line, then perhaps it's best to leave the snakes to their own nests, and be a blessing to use our God-given talents elsewhere.   (Written to encourage my friend living in a decidedly historically bigoted town in Central Indiana that just refuses to change without apology.

Having said that, wishing you all Happy Holidays, and don't forget the other 364 in the Pursuit of Happyness.

blessin's, clr