Seeking Humanity

In the deepest catacombs of my soul, burning like a fire that creeps up in the darkness of night, is a willingness to rise above all that I've been told I should stand for, all that I've been made to believe. Really child, this world is not as it seems.

The wrinkles on the faces of old women and men are not just signs of old age to me anymore, now I see them as writings of weariness, or loneliness, those wrinkles represent years in a world that took from the starving to feed the rich. A world that lingers on a billion things that will all eventually turn to dust when a sun we're egging on, eventually burns out.

We look after nothing, and we break everything for the simple reason of seeing whether or not we can put it back. Our faith is rendered to whether or not we can quote scripture, rather than whether or not we would give up everything for another.

I hold this world so dear to my heart, because I believe in everything we could be. We end wars so that we can start another, we believe in money instead of light and we dance in darkness instead of fighting for peace. It is as if our spirits have absolutely become numb to the very idea that we are more than just platinum cards.

As long as I live, I am willing to fight for a humanity that will feed the hunger, instead of allowing them to starve in order to prolong the reign of the greedy. We are not finite. Our effect on this planet is definite, and I cannot leave behind material things that simply will fade out eventually because someone else does me better.

When did we stop asking questions about this life, and instead start answering questions others have asked over and over again?

I sit in silence, I pray in darkness that light will remain throughout the darkness, that strain will be put on complacency and materialism, that we will rise above what others have told us matters.

Do we even realize that we are just here in human form, and that our souls will eventually linger on long after us, unable to reclaim the very things we found important on earth?

I wish we laughed harder, and loved further, that the bounds of our conscience were not only kept in tact by a laws in a constitution, but rather enhanced by a faith in the human person.
We have the ability to think, but we blind ourselves everyday in order to momentarily feel good. We claim intelligence, when all we harvest is bitterness.

I pray that we learn to love again, and to be better each day, to fight wars on poverty and hatred, and to fight them by living as models of what the human race could be.

It is as if I feel plagued by my own humanity instead of feeling empowered. I will not be complacent, I will not stand by and watch this world give in to itself. I will not be rendered speechless.