The illustrious avenues of life advertised in shiny packages
of desires, hopes, and wishes often offered for values of living
have brought many a weary mind to its knees.
Trying to ascend to the sell of what is seen as quality's equality,
while every day wantonness becomes labeled stresses,
day to day living chastised as a burden for prefabbed happiness
only to separate the living cares of we have enough, into I want it.

People, the earth's most valuable resource, depreciating their own
for a measure of social status never fully obtainable,
while disregarding our humanity for over hyped adventures
never satisfying the inner needs of the persons in search of fulfillment
always in want of newness to appropriately fit their lack of togetherness
where the inner person's emotions are consistently healing,
their basic humanity soothed in the knowing of securities completeness
always searching outside themselves for what only abides within.

They wonder about living their life before them as souls in search of emotional balms
to sate, to appease their true natures and bodies
as they carry the responsibilities of living throughout years of living
relationships in all their various forms, seeking to please another,
with the inner portions of their own humanness and their needs to belong
in a world where global demands infiltrate the fibers of our beings
with the demands that we must meet standardized responsibilities
for the progression of our species universal survival in the deepened recesses
of galactic integrations which theorize our philosophies commitments
only to have to accept our microscopic lives as they are in comparison
with such a broad picture of our global humanness realizing in the big picture
our only existence is in the now, where we are living with those we share life with,
among deceased civilizations, religions, and out fits of patrimonial testaments
who in declaring their own greatness forgot the peoples upon whose lives made all that we see,
all that we believe, and all that they built and destroyed,
declaring their truths, their untruths, their sainthood and their downfalls
as images of such a man worthy to be admired to live an existence
in the planetary vastness of spiraling galaxies, surrounding our own smallness,
pledging which lives are worthy of human decencies and which are not,
planning and programming their intent to humanity.

While the plight of the people reach out with words of we care too,
we hope as well, we are willing to do our parts, we are your greatest victories and defeats,
as they write their stories within our flesh, upon the brows of our children,
as to what they proclaim and what they accomplish,
unable to divide the worth of one child's life from another,
no matter the classification of their living for all eyes will behold
themselves as they are defining all other's logic for doing.
For we are all the products of imaginations, never lacking revelation,
never capable of dividing what is said from what occurs in realities
of men and women, the children societies have merged into this present day,
while forecasting their plans for tomorrows, waiting to be fulfilled
amongst us all as they will, without our knowledge or consents,
while we go about our daily life, in our basic humanness, applying all that we know
to prayerfully grow into the lives we wish to live.

Jade Dane Jaspers