currently brainstorming plans of action
to stay grounded in a world im becoming a stranger too
i do not know the hate i see
the greed, the lack of empathy
it feels like everywhere i look is wounded
except for when i look up
the sky is perfect
the place where all my prayers land
i wonder if God flips through them like tv channels
there are so many prayers from this world
both silent and loud
there is so much healing to be done
