Isn’t it Time?

Isn’t it time to wake up
to shake off the sleep
the weariness
the dust of despair that keeps our
minds cluttered with meaningless crap?

Isn’t it time to be active
to stop being reactive
to start marching to our own
inner voice that screams at us constantly
to just move onward?

Isn’t it time to embrace the moment
to reach out in hope and in trust
and to risk the plummeting of our dreams
even if our choice is wrong?

Isn’t it time to mend fences
and bind wounds
and reestablish relationships that
once were vibrant and true but now
are lifeless and corrosive?

Isn’t it time to work together
for the children
for our children
for their children
so that our future won’t be threatened
by ignorance, fear, paranoia,
and hate?

Isn’t it time to just love
each other?
Isn’t it time to just respect
each other?
Isn’t it time to throw away the
gauntlet and to offer the olive branch?

It is for me – tonight.

When all is said and done
they will remember us
for our love.


©Copyright 2015 Poetic Justice

Courageous Dependence

A child sits alone
in her bedroom and waits
for someone to come to her.

She is hungry and cold
and her nose is running
and she sniffles.

She hears a key’s metallic
sound as it whispers to
her heart.

And then they come in –
her parents – from a long
day at their offices.

She runs to them for
a hug and is greeted
with a hurried grimace.

She is given a frozen dinner
and told to eat it in the
living room – alone.

She eats.
She shivers.
She sniffles.
She waits.

She hears raised voices
in the other bedroom.
She pounds on the door.
She screams for attention.

She is ignored
because the fighting has

But this fight is different.

The yelling pierces the silence.
The hitting vibrates through the floor.
They are killing themselves this time.
Her heart knows this is the end.

She sits alone in her bedroom
crying for help,
crying to the only One
who can hear her now.

She cries out loud,
“My Father who art in heaven
holy is Your Name.
Your Kingdom come NOW
She needs His Kingdom to come now.

She moves to the kitchen
and asks for the Father’s will to be done.

She sees the cell phone
on the counter and she
prays one more time,

“Deliver me from evil.”

She dials 911
and asks for help
and waits for the police
to come.

She tells them all
and is taken away
from the loneliness,
and the fighting,
and the evil that hurt
her heart every day.

This is courage.

To depend on our Father
and to obey Him when He
directs our path.

©Copyright 2006 Poetic Justice
Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the LORD: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger in the top of every street. – Lamentations 2:19