No Way of Knowing What Tomorrow Brings

Peace is a beautiful word. It takes me to a place where there is no strife or stress between countries, families, or strangers passing by one another on the street. No battles that can weave their way into our hearts and minds. For when it is all said and done, we find that in every tragedy and travesty we lose another piece of our peace. Our connection to self, connection to others and that which in today's ways and means gives us instant connectivity to strangers the world over. I've seen too many images of Mothers and Fathers weeping for sons and daughters lost on the battlefields, highways and sidewalks of our broken country and beyond. Chalk outlines of a life that once was, left to be washed away by rains that eventually must fall.

Have you ever taken something out of a box and looked at the lengthy directions and decided you would be able to put it together without following them...after all how complex could it be? You may succeed only to find that they have generously given you a few extra screws and bolts....it looks good - looks just like the image on the box but when put it to use it crumbles....We have the directions to life, and we think in our simple ways and whys we can do it just fine...only to find ourselves in one hot mess after the other...as it crumbles before us we have that feeling that there too are a few lost screws and bolts...

When one passes people express, "well at least he/she is at peace". I believe it to be so - I just believe we should have the pleasure of peace as we walk through some of our days for I know that nothing is perfect or permanent. I'm just searching for peace, for with it pleasure surely comes.