We all
want
love,
purpose,
good food,
and understanding,
yet we
somehow
manufacture
differences
between us.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
We all
want
love,
purpose,
good food,
and understanding,
yet we
somehow
manufacture
differences
between us.
“I hate people”
I whisper,
as I again
reach out
for
connection,
a desperate
paradox.
It’s not that most connections
carry no love;
it’s that so many loves
can exist only in one space —
can survive only at the bar
or breathe only within an app.
To uncover a connection
worth pursuing
is to find a love that can flourish
at home
and in the streets —
Saturday night
and Sunday morning.