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I reluctantly open my eyes, reach for my phone to see what problems have arisen overnight, while thinking, “I’ll just look at the weather forecast.” Of course I know it already: windy, cold even with the sun coming through the window. I tell myself to not seek the news reports. Why start my day with the inevitable reports of violence, hate speech and viciousness?
I’m seemingly driven to it, and as an older person, I have seen these occurrences before—they are not a surprise to me since I’ve lived in areas of these “united states” where it’s daily life, lived. I’ve seen civil unrest up close and personal. I’ve seen blatant hate and discrimination on faces too near me. Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy, I wonder if my grandchildren or theirs, will ever be able to lift these burdens.
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Such a poignant piece — and that question at the end is a deep one to ponder.
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Sad 😦
Very well done!
-David
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Thank you
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This is especially relevant in these troubled times.
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I wonder that same thing.
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Heavy, heady prose ~~ I also wonder about my grandchildren and their offspring. News is something I try to stay away from unless absolutely necessary. Stay safe and healthy.
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“I wonder if my grandchildren or theirs, will ever be able to lift these burdens.” I truly hope so.
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This is a really sad yet relatable tale. Great take on the Prosery prompt.
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Your ending says what we all are asking and hoping for! A lifting of the bones of hate and discrimination so all can experience love and the lightness of being!
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Yes
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We’re all news-drenched these day, even though most of it isn’t really “news”. I’m with you, Sister. Well done.
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Thank you.
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A somber write. I share your concerns,
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We live in sad times, and all the stuff that’s been below the surface has come slithering out. We’re all weary, I think.
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I certainly pray they do. It seems the more we think we are moving forward, the more we are moving back. Thanks for joining us!
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