She stares…at nothing in particular. Focused on thoughts, fears and memories.
He shakes and shouts…at this world gone wrong. Focused on the negativity that can drown a whale.
She drinks her tea, he drinks his coffee.
He sees her from across the room, somehow he is calmed. He walks towards her, throws an embrace and kisses her head.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
“A penny? How about ten dollars a pound?”
“Talk to me.” He says.
Yes the sun rises and sets, same time as each year as far as I can tell. The rain falls, the leaves spring and then the summer passes and the leaves fall to the ground.
Some things don’t change and most likely never will.
But some things seem to get worse with each repeat of history.
When the government creates a police state, and the world ignores the cries for freedom while the cries are silenced by terrorists…
It’s history repeating itself.
When a leader of a country emphasizes hatred and approves murder at his command, and empathy is nowhere to be found…
It’s history repeating itself.
She stares and her eyes moisten as she expresses her fears…
He listens and is silent.
There are no volumes of words to comfort a fear that is too true to be contradicted.
There are no volumes of water to douse the flames when it’s out of control and the sun is feeling vengeful.
Time will tell.
As the time passes, we can hope and pray that He can help douse the fires of hatred and deceit before it all turns to ashes…
Once again
Freddy Zalta 