Soon

I watched blood Diamond last night, and was reminded of what I made myself forget, and thought perhaps if i told you my thoughts, you would remind me when I forget. I´m speaking to myself, and you if you like.


I find myself torn between the peaceful bliss of quiet days, reunions, afternoons and suffering. The neccessity of the both, but the urgency of the latter. I find myself under somewhat of a curse these days....Mountains look like graves. The ocean-blood. And the wind- sounds of desperate children inflicted by the sins of us all.......
Yet somehow we find a way to keep going, to press on to the task at hand: Papers, deadlines, socials, vacation, starbucks(good things in and of themselves with the presence of something more).....Somehow we found a way to preserve our innocence, while our children lose theirs. We forget that our soul slips away with every child. We stay away, or dwell on the necessity of tact for the result of real change, just long enough to do nothing.........
Ignorance is bliss. But what is forgetfullness?
There are 200,000 child soldiers in Africa alone.(just a reminder)
70,000 in Burma.(just a reminder)
There are 2.3 children dying of AIDS around the world.(just a reminder)
Millions raped of innocence.... (just a reminder)
(Just a reminder)
-michael

p.s.

We wont always be like this.....it is our only consolation that we know in our hearts that the time has not yet come....And it is our only thorn, that we still hear the bullets, we can taste the salt from their eyes in our water, our pulse is our only thorn.....Its slows us down just long enough to pour our hearts onto paper, and go to sleep.....And although our tactful rhetoric may impress you, it doesn´t do much for us. Somewhere inside we know that words followed by sleep are often empty. We talk. We sleep. We ride around and see our peaceful country, our friends. We impress with our tact and revolution filled vocabulary. We talk. But it wont always be like this. Sooner than later we will be missing in action. We will be killed in action. Because it seems without a willingness to die, we may not be alive. We know that the future, really does not exist. But it will, it will come to us or we will go to it- and eternally enjoy or endure it. And as much as we like the view, the peace and quiet, we cant stay long. We have children, waiting for us to come home. Thousands of children- waiting, crying, dying. We must go soon and perhaps you´ll come. We are what we want and need. We are what they want and need. We are starting to realize, that we are to be patriots of no country, but of a Kingdom with a King who belives in us. We are a revolutionary plan, and there is no one else. There is no plan B. And for that, we leave soon. We are coming soon, we´ll be together. Perhaps just one more time, hold on. Hope. Know that it can be done. Change. And we can do it. Believe in us. He does.
-us