No Other Choice—I Must Open the Door to Hope

No Other Choice

I’m confused
as I mourn
this mountain of hate.
Demons seek
to capture my hope.
I will not condone
this evil or ignore love.

Breathe the clean air
of faith and compassion.
Silence the enemy.
Listen to the voice
of clarity
that soothes my soul.

I open my heart
to the calming sounds
welcoming understanding.
Nevermore will I allow
the weight of despair
to leave me empty.

Call me a fool
for opening the door
to peace, but I
have no other choice.

We always have a choice.

Many times in my lifetime, despair has lured me into its dark clutches. Every time I had a choice. Do I give up, cling to resentment, or allow those moments to define my tomorrow?

In each moment, I can choose to allow the ugliness and hatred to take over my thoughts. Or, I can look at reality straight on, take action where I can, and call up the courage to speak the truth.

In these times, truth has become defiled. The question always, “Whose truth?” The only way I know to answer that question is by asking more questions? What are the facts? Is there concrete evidence? What else do I need to know?

The lies circling our lives can drive us to despair. But, we have a choice to believe unfounded lies or search deeper for the truth and truth-bearers.

I have made my choice.

And always—