I don’t hate a mosquito. For sure though, I do feel my human condition
is more important than his continuing to live sitting on my skin. So, if possible, I kill him. I didn’t hate him though.
Hate -To feel intense or
passionate dislike.
They say there is a fine line
between love and hate.
Love: To feel intense or
passionate like? Hmmmm
For sure there was no love
between Trayvon Martin and the man with the gun.
I’m more certain there was no
hate.
Now I’m thinking, it was
worse.
It was the gunman’s total
disregard for the individual (Trayvon Martin) juxtaposed against his own
opportunity to feel authority.
“Watching” was powerless.
The gunman was self-involved
and the power he wanted to feel was more important than the well-being of the
young man out enjoying his nighttime walk.
The young man was shot to
death.
The gunman lives to shoot
another day.
I killed the mosquito because how I wanted to feel was more
important to ME than the insect’s well being.
May I never meet up with
a fellow human being who challenges my right to peacefully exist in my space to
the extent that I am squashed like I squash that mosquito.
(Thank You, my granddaughter Jai, for letting me use your precious art work.)
It's a fallen world and innocent people suffer because of it. The good news is that God knows all about it, and in the final end, He will take care of those that have no regard for life.
ReplyDeletePS I really like your g'daughter's artwork. She's a talented young lady.
Jane
Thanks Jane, for the encouraging words. For faith I am thankful. For continuing strength, wisdom and patience, I pray. For the shocking sadness mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers other family and friends must manage because of the unbelievable violence of others, I grieve while continuing to think of the best steps toward making a positive difference. (Yes, we're proud of our artist. Thanks.}
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