A Fragile Thing

A rare moment of rest this little spark doesn’t sit for too long. Lately we’ve been ending our Indian summer nights by breaking a sweat. A girl “born from fire, sparks flying from the sun” with her fuchsia ball to harmonize the magic of sundown, waits for the beads of sweat to vanish and maybe hitting the turf once more with a little more umph because it’s a short distance from goal to falling short.

If you haven’t noticed I’ve been motivated to sing or hum lately so I don’t sit around and cry about all this at stake right now, where we only fight for fighting sake and have forgotten about ourselves and flout the fragility of our times.

Do you recall the most memorable lines of Ronald Reagan’s storied career? It seems prophetic in the light of what despots continue to pursue.

“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children’s children what it was once like in the United States where men were free. You and I have the courage to say to our enemies there is a price we will not pay there is a point beyond which they must not advance. We’ll preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on earth or we’ll sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness.” 

We know we are heading toward that period. We see it. We feel it. We are the people we’ve been waiting for; we are here to safeguard the last best hope of humanity on this planet.

“Cause you’ve faith and no fear for the fight
You pull hope from defeat in the night
There’s an image of you in my mind
Could be mad but you might just be right

We are the people we’ve been waiting for
Out of the ruins of hate and war
Army of lovers never seen before
We are the people we’ve been waiting for
We are the people of the open hand
The streets of Dublin to Notre Dame
We’ll build it better than we did before
We are the people we’ve been waiting for

Broken bells and a broken church
A heart that hurts is a heart that works
From a broken place
That’s where the victory’s won.” –Martin Garrix ft. Bono and The Edge

I don’t know about you, but I have encountered a lot of hearts that hurt. Appears like victory is on its last lap.

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