The Sinking

It matters not whether I sit, walk, or stand, I feel the cloud of witnesses from the grandstand. I do my best to understand, and I realize that God is always extending his hands, but still, I see something ahead and it looks like there's 'a sinking' in quicksand. As I gaze upon this painful sight, I weep inside with a prayerful plea, hoping enough others will someday see the very same 'sinking' of America that I am sensing. There's a longing in my soul that greed, pride, and selfishness would flee, that common sense and the common good will have their say before the unimaginable awaken to rule the day. So often, we stare at 'the sinking' and then we rise up again to play, never realizing that 'the sinking' is our 'Wake-up call' and must compel us to love again and pray. I pray that we will be enlightened by our history whose stories are void of mysteries and whose light reveals the curses of divisiveness, hate, and ignorance. 060724PS