Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Higher Ground

Somewhere in the middle and there is no place for me.  Left or right, front or back, watch the pendulum swing.  No mans land, neutral ground no longer existing.  Pick a side, grab a weapon, fight with words.  Oh how I loathe war mentality.  Brothers and sisters torn asunder.  I will not fight, I will talk.  I will not pick up the blade but rather extend my hand.  Shall we search together.  There is a promise that if we seek him we will find him, but first let us leave to battlefield and move to higher ground.

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