This my heart cries

There’s beauty in the world we live in being overshadowed by angry actions. I look around and marvel at the blessings we have access to and wonder why those acting out in so much anger don’t see it?
ð‘ī𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔â€Ķ
A rainbow stretched across the morning sky and my soul was lifted by the action of paying for the order of those in the car behind me. While a few states away rioters were screaming at diners grabbing a bite to eat with a friend. I think to myself what is the purpose? Do the rioters go home and look back on their day with joy in their hearts? Do they have blessings or moments of gratitude they can share with loved ones or journal about?
ð‘ī𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔â€Ķ
A stranger anonymously drops off bags of diapers on the doorstep of a young couple coming home with their first newborn. This small act lifted their spirits as they clung to each other tears of surprise and wonder trickling down their cheeks. In a few towns over a local small business was burning because they dared to express a difference of opinion. What causes someone so much anger that they choose to burn their community rather than to understand or care for it?
ð‘ī𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔â€Ķ
People gather at a pub celebrating a local starting their music career. At dusk everyone stands together it’s a crowd of beautiful diversity the sounds of Reveille are heard as the sun sets behind the raised colors of old glory. Across the country ropes are tossed over a statue that once served as a reminder of how far we’ve come. Cans of spray paint are passed out as chanting fills the air. Destruction is coming as smoke assaults those gathered serving only to fuel the growing tension in the air. This diverse group is bonded in anger, confusion, and when asked why words flow out in a rush without meaning. What really drives their actions? Do they even know? Do they wake up each morning with the desire to only destroy or inside are they crying out silently, lost, and needing a strong leader to guide them in a better direction?
ð‘ī𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔â€Ķ
There’s GREAT beauty in the world we live in being overshadowed by a few loud angry actions. Those that cultivate the beauty need to be larger and bolder than those that are screaming, lost, angry, and still looking. We silent majority are loving others softly and quietly sprinkling blessings in huge but unseen actions. Our nation needs us to be bolder, bigger, and invasive with grace.
ð‘ŧ𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔â€Ķ

K.A.Kirkland