I've been watching the mayor of San Juan, Puerto Rico, begging for help because her people are dying.
While friends and family dig through the rubble in Mexico.
And children escape war and devastation alone, orphaned.
And world "leaders" talk about nukes.
I have no heart today for celebrating the beauty of our earth.
Saturday, September 30, 2017
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A line from the "West Side Story" score keeps coming back to me..." nobody knows in America,Puerto Rico's in America..."
ReplyDeleteAnd the country where I live argues about which hell-hole to hold refugees in , while budgeting for more obscene weaponry.
Please find something along your shore that lifts you, lifts us all.Someone has to do the sane things.
Thank you. I'll buck up and keep going. Doing the sane things while I can.
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