The battle lines are drawn. Hearts are torn, and love is ripped to shreds as children turn into adults. The grim headlines clarify the horror as families come together. I think to myself, why do we wait to show the love after lost souls are gone? God never intended for innocence to turn into violence. But hatred causes bloodshed, and the cannons roar long before dawn. Nothing is sacred – not a home, not a school, nor a church. Hospitals are filled with heroes as assailants wound.
It appears we live in denial, unaffected because we dodge the bullets; just too busy to be concerned. God remains where we have time, collecting dust amongst the shelves. Pathetically, we walk away from reality, and life has changed. We can’t leave keys in the car when we stop by the store nor leave the front door unlocked when crawling in from another hard day.
Protecting our domains from predators, we do conscientiously care about our belongings; but let us alter the paths of our predecessors, and we lead a vibrant generation astray into the wilderness. We are too busy to get involved, so our children render a life of impulse.
Though it is only now, as I look in the mirror, that I see where we went wrong. The headlines read like a saga tabloid. Restraint, a sport for only the old, God blesses them with the courage to abstain. Now our homes become the frontline battleground. Dear Lord, we beg for mercy!
The grass burns brown, and the roses wilt on the headstones. Love that once thrived goes up in smoke. The bombs of lies explode, and everything returns to dust. Morning comes, or does it, or is it just the light that shines on yesterday’s buried news?
The emptiness echoes in hollow hearts, and we armor ourselves for the day ahead. God is our only escape from the tortured statues as memories are erased. Heaven repeats “forgive those that know not” for they know only hate. Love was never taught – God bless the unruly.