Station to station the news is the same,
Stronger today than yesterday.
Heinous crimes, intense, evil passion.
Suicide bombers killing children, shattering parental dreams-
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The most gorgeous day of Spring
Walking next to me on the Miracle Mile,
Sunday morning stroll to the house of the Lord.
With no clouds in the blue sky, there is something unusual-
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There is something in the loss of a parent
That cuts into the soul.
It is the emotional, surgical detachment of the heartstring
That has defined life as we know it.
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Who are we?
Really.
Life factors change the contours of our journey
Like GPS systems gone awry.
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A man's soul should not be decided on his deathbed
When a life-locked near-cadaver lies in despair
Except for an utterance of the inevitable final cry
For a life's worth of forgiveness.
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In order to process pain
We need to shift the burden of translation
From the heart to the brain.
We need to unplug emotional life support
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There is separation among us as groups and as individuals.
In first grade we say goodbye to first friends until next year,
Only to discover they were taken away to new classrooms in second grade.
And so we begin to find new friends, thinking the old ones
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There is plenty of summer left
Regardless of what the calendar says,
No matter the school busses on every corner.
Football season starts next week,
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Whispering, it rings-
Canon in D Major by Johann Pachelbel.
He has never heard it before,
But he will hear it for the rest of his life.
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We call ourselves the 'United' States of America.
The name has stuck,
The meaning has not.
There are factions of this nation at war
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