what if (or a necessary place)
what if the best-sellers are wrong?
what if the majority is wrong too?
what if all – all – the politicians are wrong?
what if it’s the marys and mother teresas and ministers of mercy around the world who have more to teach us than greedy, power-hungry men?
what if celebrities and athletes are not the ones to look up to?
what if the loudest voices pointing out which way to go are unfit to lead us?
what if we turned off the news – whichever news station we choose – and listened to our heart?
what would we hear?
what would we believe?
would it sound like the faith and hope and love of a child?
what if we searched for the mystery, not just the answers?
what if we found ourselves caught up in the beauty of the unknown?
what if we learned from a child?
what if we laughed and hugged, cried and danced like a child?
what if we ate and ran through the grass, played in the rain and told stories like a child?
what if we loved like a child?
i am weary today, but these questions have brought me back to a good place. a place where worry and anxiety are swallowed up in breath and love. a necessary place. a place where everything else is stripped away and i receive the good part.
