Monday, February 01, 2010

Signs Of The Wind

Touching of two souls;
Tenderness lost in the wind;
Broken heart remains.


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There once was a time when a grown man could squat down in the grocery store in front of a small child and say, "Hello, little girl!" and the mother would say, "What a nice man!"

Then came a time when a grown man would squat down in the grocery store in front of a small child and the mother would whisk her away, telling her daughter, "Don't talk to strangers!"

Now when a grown man squats down in the grocery store in front of a small child and says, "Hello, little girl!" he is whisked away and charged as a pedophile and branded 'sex offender' for life.

This is the sign of a growing soul?

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There once was a time war profiteering was considered high treason, a betrayal of the public trust and the most cowardly of acts.

Then came a time when peace was more feared than war and the profiteering became a "necessary evil" in the partnership of dealing death.

Now war is an addiction, endless and always needing to up the dosage; waged solely for profit.

This is the sign of a growing soul?

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There once was a time a man could work well and make a social contract for living, his common fortune raising the boats of everyone.

Then came a time the boats of others mattered no more, each man concerned with his fate alone, lowering the tide of every man's living.

Now the water is evaporating, the social contract long ripped to shreds and what boats are left demand the remaining water for themselves - and get it.

This is the sign of a growing soul?

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Blame it on policies or politics or pettiness - but those too are mere signs of the wind. There are those who weave the fabric of society and those who tear it apart - each side calling the other the enemy of good. I know I cannot change which way the wind blows, but if my wind blows true this feather will land where it belongs.



He is a feather in the wind

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