On the day of the takeover of the Capitol, I stopped to chat with my neighbor, who filled me in on what was happening. He asked me to say a prayer for our country, which I later did. It went a little something like this, “May we all find the peace that we seek and share that peace with the world.” Today, while reflecting on the recent events at the Capitol and the drama that continues to ensue, the impulse to write arose and here is the result:
There Was a Time…
There was a time I carried guns.
There was a time I marched on the State Capitol to protest an injustice.
There was a time I would have marched armed to fight for justice.
There was a time I was outraged at others who threatened justice and equality.
There was a time I was deeply involved in politics.
There was a time I feared the government was stripping away our rights.
There was a time I was fascinated by conspiracy theories.
There was a time I saw doom as a direct impact of what was happening.
There was a time I judged others for being ignorant of what is true and right.
There was a time I thought I chose my beliefs because they were true.
There was a time I realized all beliefs are built on lies.
There was a time I saw that others can’t be any other way than they are.
There was a time I would say, “Forgive them for they know not what they do.”
There was a time I saw myself as the other.
There was a time I saw there is no other.
There was a time I realized there is no Me, no You, no Us, no Them. Just This.
There was a time I saw it all unfolding with a divine intelligence for the betterment of all.
There was a time I saw the perfect timing of everything, and that time is always Now.
There was a time I saw that the Divine is always inviting itself to wake up and radiate peace in the world.
