The World Outside Our Window........





There is a world outside my window and sometimes,

 I'd rather not look!

I like my little world behind the window.

Life is easy here.

food everywhere,

clean water to drink

cool air when it is hot

warm when it is cold

family safe and secure.

I like this little world.

I like my world here behind the pane,

only my concerns,

my family,

my world.

"Love your neighbor," the world religions say,

the neighbors behind the window are people I love,

people so connected that loves come easy,

they have my grace,

I share their dreams.

This world  behind the window is comfortable and safe.

I pull back the curtain and take a peek,

my heart breaks...

war across the globe,

people killing each other,

oppression related to socio-economic status,

color of skin, gender and/or orientation of the body....

hate prevails.....power takes over and claims what it wants...

chaos untethered and raging.

I don't like what I see.

It would be easier here,

to close the blind,

stay with mine,

pretend I don't see,

cover my heart and protect it from the pain,

I look at the window.....and i cry.

I look out the window.....

heart breaking,

I look out the window

shaking,

 I move forward

open the door

and hold out Her love

 for only then can Genesis begin.

I don't like suffering....I never have.

I like rainbows and ice-cream and fluffy clouds in the sky. I've always been idealistic and have dreamed dreams that others don't. This past weekend, my daughter was hospitalized.  Throughout her stay, there were times when she was in excruciating pain.  I wanted to fix it, I wanted to put a band aid on it and make it better because that is what a mamas always does, right?  We make it better.   As I watched her moments of pain, my heart broke and there was nothing I could do but pull out the mama bear and try to force those who could help her to come to her bedside.  I couldn't make it go away. I couldn't take it on myself.  I could only watch.

She is better now and we are home, but that moment of watching her suffer still haunts me. 

This moment causes me to look at the window of my world....

to open it up....it moves me from my little world behind the glass to the pain  outside. I dont' like what I see. It causes me flinch.

Waters rage and roar,

Earth Shakes,

Homes crash,

people lost,

world unraveling.

Haiti,

Japan,

Afghanistan and Iraq,

Australia flood,

chaos everywhere,

homes lost,

hearts broken

grief everywhere

no food

no water

no home

So for today, I will open my door and fling a prayer of hope and love into the universe and ask what it is I can do to make a difference.  Einstein said it best:

"A human being is a part of the whole, called by us Universe, a part limited in time and space. [He] experiences [himself], [his] thoughts and feelings as something
separated from the rest--a kind of optical delusion of [his] consciousness.

 This delusion is a kind of prison, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole
nature in its beauty."

So I guess in all this rambling...

all this processing...

I'd just say...

Let's fling open our windows and crack our Doors.

For we are connected....whether we look out the window or not.