To...

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2013/apr/30/raped-five-year-old-indian-dies
   Crimes against fellow humans is nothing new, atrocities against our innocent is not new...but my heart hurts and soooo wishes that one day we move past perpetuated mob-think self hate......
 
To comprehend would be to  
"One"
of them...
To seek revenge would seemingly continuing the  
Cirlcle...
of darkness...
To hurt is to stay connected with  
my human race...
To fear for my children...
This is to be a mother...
I pray.
Closing my eyes brings a momentary darkness that is
welcomed...
Extracting myself from the daily onslaughts is comforting...
yet there's a sense of guilt..
So much hurt, pain, greed...
the list of mortal destructive qualities
Grows..
yet it is really all from one..
Hate...
My heart is heavy as I look to my seeds...
I see the glorious opportunity they have to blossom,
yet lurking in corners not too far
are layers of pesticides, herbicides, and treacherous weatherings.
I know I can't protect from everything...
Honestly I don't want too...
I want strong produce that weathers the storms and stands beautifully...
Yet, I still harbor worry and fret...
How to tow the line between protector and encourger...
As I open my eyes and look to the skies..
their ever changing landscapes..beauty in the present..
Deflecting the misnomered uglies..
This is where I will be..in the present..
absorbing the rays of positivity and give it back..
ten fold....
Praying that one soul finds a reason to smile, even
To
Be....