Find the Common Ground

Today, in America, it takes just as much courage to applaud our new President as it does to walk in protest against him.

There are just as many Americans who believe it is our responsibility as an American citizen to honor, respect and follow our President as there are Americans who believe it is our responsibility as an American citizen to stand up in opposition to government leaders who we believe jeopardize the principles of democracy that our republic was established on.

And, both sides plead for love over hate; and, both sides plead for unity.

“Unity”, however, should not be a call to dump your convictions and embrace mine. “Unity” should be a call to come together to find a common ground.

Americans definitely have the courage to take a stand; that has become painfully obvious. The courage we seem to lack, however, is the courage to compromise.

Stand by your convictions, one and all, but I also challenge you to find a common ground. You may never agree on the character or qualifications of the POTUS, but perhaps you can agree that the local park could use some cleaning up – reach out to each other and do that. You may forever be on opposite ends of the abortion debate, but maybe you can agree that domestic violence education could benefit your community – reach out to each other and work on that. You may never gain agreement on what, if any, gun control laws should be in place, but maybe you can agree that the public library could use some upgraded technology – reach out to each other and work on that.

Pointing fingers at and blaming the other side for today’s divisiveness will not help bridge it. We want our leaders to lead by example? How about we, as citizens, set the example we wish our leaders to follow.

Find the common ground. Our country is depending on all of us to get us through these tough times. Whether America is currently in a state of carnage or quickly plunging towards one, it really doesn’t matter. What matters is what we do next. What you do next. Find the common ground.

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Choosing Love

Choosing love is not choosing to be blind to injustices done unto others;
Choosing love is not choosing to be silenced by your critics;
Choosing love is not choosing to cower to a bully’s rant to “get over it”;
Choosing love is not choosing to follow others down a path to destruction;
Choosing love is not choosing to be weak when strength is needed in opposition;
Choosing love is not choosing to look the other way when an unpopular cause calls your name.

It is because I choose love that I march hand in hand with those who are different than me;
It is because I choose love that I shout out in support of those who cannot shout out for themselves;
It is because I choose love that I shine a light into the darkness of the oppressor;
It is because I choose love that I bare my back to the lashes of the masters in place of the slave;
It is because I choose love that I risk losing certain friends for the betterment of less fortunate strangers;
It is because I choose love that I defiantly stand up to those who attempt to tell me who and how to love;

Love is not the same as passivity.
Love is not weakness and it is not always pretty.
Love is not easy and it does not always return the rewards that you may want.
But, in the end, it is my belief that love will conquer all.

Reflections on a Dream

Fifty-four years ago a dream was shared with the world;
A dream of hope and freedom for every boy and girl;
A dream from a visionary with the courage to speak out loud;
A dream from a hero for whom I can stand up proud.

It is now the dreamer’s symbolic shadow in which we stand today;
It is now up to each of us, not to let his dream start to fade away.
Today, we must ask ourselves, has his dream yet been fulfilled?
Today, we must ask ourselves, are there wrongs to be righted still?

Reality, can dreams become, when we unite in a single cause;
Reality, can dreams become, when we refuse to take a pause.
The dream that this dreamer shared over half a century ago,
Is the dream that we must carry forth for other generations to know.

If I Wasn’t Such a …

If I wasn’t such a dumb-shit
I wouldn’t be so very dumb;
If I hadn’t lost my license
I wouldn’t be relying on my thumb;
If I didn’t mistreat girlfriends
Today I might have one;
If I wasn’t such a dumb-shit
I wouldn’t be so very dumb.

If I wasn’t such an ass-hole
I wouldn’t be so all alone;
I might actually have friends
In the directory on my phone;
In my twelve step program
There would be far less to be atoned;
If I wasn’t such an ass-hole
I wouldn’t be so all alone.

If I wasn’t such a jerk-off
I might keep a job where I get paid;
I might become more attractive
And at night I might get laid;
All the people who once trusted me
Wouldn’t feel as if they just got played;
If I wasn’t such a jerk-off
I wouldn’t be stuck in jail today.

Insignificant

I am just like the words in this poem,
I exist but am hardly seen;
I consist of complete sentences,
But no one really knows just what I mean.

I may be looked at by a friend or two,
But I make no difference in any lives;
I imprint no lasting memories
To ensure my legacy survives.

I am just like the words in this poem,
Insignificant and all alone.