Feeling Safe in Each Others Arms


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In the arms of the poet

I know that I say over and over “choose Love over fear.” Those words, though our true saving grace, offer little comfort in the face of so many world wide apocalyptic events.

This is NOT a Hopeless time. No, this IS our time of HOPE.

The deplorable images on TV, YouTube, Social Media, Newspapers and Magazines of our brothers and sisters suffering. Yes we’re with different faces and different places, but our eyes remain the same.

This is NOT a Hopeless time. No, this IS our time of HOPE.

All of us, running and screaming from the horror we see and feel without a safe place to rest. It feels at times, without the guidance or reassurance, we won’t ever move safely forward.

We feel crazy.

Las Vegas, Puerto Rico, Charleston, London, Pulse, Sandy Hook, Paris, Columbine, Texas, 911 —we’ve been running a long time.

This is NOT a Hopeless time. No, this IS our time of HOPE.

I too, wish to believe it was yesterdays news, but the truth is, we carry the burning embers with us —and we are all tired.

This is NOT a Hopeless time. No, this IS our time of HOPE.

Choosing Love over fear

A new dawn of Hope and Possibility. Writing this, I feel such a strong desire to connect with you. You feel it too, all of you, the world, the millions of us that are running —in search of each other. I wish to hold your arm and say, stop — I’m right here, we’re going to be ok. We’re safe now.

My desire is that we learn. Learn from the wisdom of our ancestors and from our elders and from our wide-eyed children. There is so much for us to gain, in our togetherness, in our collective Hope — in unison, when we knock on Heaven’s door reverently chanting “Grace, let me in.”

Richard is an online writer for the platform The Power of the Heart and Thrive Global, creator of yesrising.com, author of three books, partner of John, lover of sandy beaches, singer-songwriter @rickevamusic, addicted to 90% dark chocolate, and has a bucket list that includes going to the Azores to feel his grandparents land.

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