Proactive Fight We Must Win

Gray skies loom over the dark mountains all around. Strong wind blows old leaves rolling across the street. Branches are thrown about on the dry tan grass. The branch is gone, once it breaks to fall on bare ground. Single clouds spout bursts of tears even with blue skies. The leaves still hanging tremble like someone with fear. It makes me think of the current upheaval, riots and broken glass. I ask you why is this what you want? I pass an old worn gray picnic table, empty today. I think we just need to sit for a moment to think about this. We must not deny it, but face it. We must not give up, but believe. We can be united to plant a tree growing with unity. We can be so much more than this, if only we stop to see. People are hurting, dying, revenge is never the way to peace. Tearing apart what our country stands for destroys it from within. We are so much better than this. It is a proactive fight we must win. Heidi Sands