For some reason my heart has been heavy. Maybe it is due to the ever prevalent way in which we as a people find joy in extinguishing a life we have no right to destroy. I closed my eyes and questioned if it is due to the constant and rising crimes at the hands of mothers against their children, women who for unknown reasons allow life to come through them but suffer with the unfound belief that by killing their own child they were actually saving them from harm.
As the tears fall I thought of a voice that refuses to allow my eyes to stay dry as his voice speaks life into dead souls. As I hear Dr. Martin Luther King I wondered allowed what the family and followers of Benazir Bhutto are feeling. In the midst of her assassination are her killers finding joy in their honorable work?
I open my eyes and pray that one day the words of this speech will become a reality for all people. A realization that the Jew and Arabic are both treated equally in their attempts to live their live. I pray for a new apple to fall from the tree that gives hope to people finding something powerful and majestic to fight for instead of the mirage of coins and paper we so easily chase.
I ask for the day that tears overflow from the eyes of mothers and fathers filled with joy, a joy so powerul and expectant simply because life moves forward instead of fearing the knock on the door that their child is no longer amoung them.
I often wonder if I might have the courage to hear his words during that time. I question the feeling of loss by his death by his followers. As anger and hate were not tools he lived by, what filled the hearts of all people fighting for the rights of people as a whole.
What tears the marchers must shed as they look down at the path they paved being leveled and forgotten by those it was paved for
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