​Shine on my brothers…. (Eveybody come together)

Pam Pollock
August 2016

It’s a dark and dreary morning here as I sit at my computer. A thunderstorm just blew by (literally) and the wind was howling and the rain poured from the sky in buckets. I’m tired and I’m hot. I’m sad and I’m mad. I’m confused, I’m conflicted. I’m hopeful, yet I despair.

The upcoming election is a joke. At this point, I think Spongebob Squarepants or Doc McStuffins would be the best candidates for President.

I’m mad at every illness and disease that is ravaging our bodies. Why can’t a cure for cancer be found? Why must we suffer?

I am sad and angry at the evil and hateful actions of so many people all over the world. Why? Why can’t we all get along? Our family is comprised of many ethnicities and religions (or no religion at all) and we love and respect each other. Why is this so hard to do?

I am not going to harp on this because, quite frankly, I am sure that you are sick of listening to the media, your neighbors, your friends and your family sound off.

I took a leisurely walk around my daughter and son-in-law’s pond yesterday and the water lilies that my husband and son planted in the cold, damp Spring were in full bloom. They were beautiful to gaze upon. Emotions of peace and tranquility washed over me – and for a moment gave me hope and comfort.

Back to the present time, the storm has passed by now and the sun is trying to filter through the clouds. Dear Lord, shine your light from the heavens and give us the strength, courage, wisdom, hope, kindness and love to carry on.

Wicked people inhabit the world but there are also those who are the direct opposite. Let’s find the beauty and good hidden amongst the ugly and mean. Peace out.