Many start New Years Day with a dive in the ocean. It's a beautiful tradition. Poetic. But a bit dangerous as well. After last years dive events pushed us under, giving us hardly any time to breath and since then it has been a constant struggle to keep our head above water. The current of 2016 has been strong. Unescapable. And now, when we arrive at the finish line and some of us can breath and say "I made it" we also must admit the year left us with many deep scars. Allow me to finish 2016 with a song by the late George Michael, one of the many who never came back ashore.
These are the days of the open hand. They will not be the last. Look around now, these are the days of the beggars and the choosers.
This is the year of the hungry man,whose place is in the past, hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses.
The rich declare themselves poor. And most of us are not sure if we have too much, but we'll take our chances because God's stopped keeping score. I guess somewhere along the way He must have let us all out to play. Turned his back and all God's children crept out the back door.
These are the days of the empty hand. Oh you hold on to what you can. And charity is a coat you wear twice a year.
This is the year of the guilty man. Your television takes a stand and you find that what was over there is over here.
So you scream from behind your door, say "what's mine is mine and not yours. I may have too much but I'll take my chances because God's stopped keeping score." And you cling to the things they sold you. Did you cover your eyes when they told you that He can't come back because He has no children to come back for.
It's hard to love. There's so much to hate.
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of. And the wounded skies above say it's much too late. So maybe we should all be praying for time. -BM-
- George Michael. Praying for time -
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