Poles apart

With or against
Black or white
Hate and ridicule
Anger behind the screen
No one hears
No one understands
Civility has flown
Bravery it is not

Courage is to get closer
Not furhter
Courage is to listen
Listen to a different voice
Courage is to hold hands
With the other side
Courage is to open up
Not to shut off
Courage is to understand
Courage is to inspire not hate
The brave ones come closer
The brave ones embrace love
No one gains from being poles apart

The sands of time

The sand trickles through the timer
Grain after grain
Uncertain as to how long is left
We can watch each grain
Become anxious and coiled
Like a spring ready to ping

Maybe we can step away from the timer
Accept we don’t know how long is left
Maybe we can walk through the wheat fields
Run our hands through the tall wheat
Across the fields of dreams
Feeling the wind, the rain, the sun
Feeling alive
And no longer waiting for the final grain of sand to fall.