to be good again

I’m without words, perhaps really just the right words.
Suddenly I feel like a bystander. Lazy in my will, I have the greatest intentions, I have compassion, love desire… but do I have fortitude, strength and courage?

I’m saddened by this day, these days… so disconnected yet we are a post away from a kind word a prayer or a friendly smile. We pass one another without glance. Not realizing the chance of each other’s worth as another compassionate soul or a wonder bound being lost in the same cosmos…
we are all of the same father… yet we act as if we thieve the very air we breathe.

I’m tired of defending the idea that people are good. We have been raised in a “me first” generation.
In the big scheme of things… we are all the little guy.

I want my babies to see the good in people. To have compassion even when their day, their will is being stressed. They have the smiles of angels and they can light the world with but a grin and I am so proud of them all. They are truly my breath.

Where am going with all this?

My Grandmother Mary once said to me “Be good to all people, you never know who might be an angel”

I want to us to remember how to be good again….