Heard something that struck a cord today, quietly. The most important things, truths, worthwhile issues probably occur in small moments, subtleties, whispers if you will. The nosier the presentation, the less importance is accorded the message. It's all about the tumult. The tumult itself somehow becoming the issue. A moment lost when we focus on the colors, the clowns, the circus.
Especially apt in the midst of this political season. The more noise they make, the sillier the actual words and the less we listen. Yet we form opinions from the explosive smoke and mirrors delivered in place of answers. Deliver me and offer a simpler note, a gentler song, an act of real worth.
Address the economy, the loss of American stature in the world, the never-ending wars, the disenfranchised who will die as they cannot afford medical marvels available to those who can pay. Stay out of our bedrooms and churches and focus on the issues that mean something. I can dream.
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