Remember the streets of youthful innocence.
We knew each other by first name
mother, father, and little brother....
whom you were required to drag around.
Remember the Sundays when we were dragged to church
to hear the courage and soulful music for a brand new week.
Slowly and methodically busy..busy..busy..
Priorities dragging us into divided realities.
I almost had forgotten the tenderness and strength
found in spiritual happiness.
My soul cried out...Please dear god..open my eyes
to not fear what I see.
Amen.
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