Take but a moment to remember, the loss of life this week in the news that you see,

and then make a difference to someone to honor those people whose hopes and dreams will never be.

For it will be the small moments in life we take for granted that we hope will always be there,

and when a tragedy suddenly happens, it leaves us all in dark grief and despair.

 

When I am frustrated, or angry or hurting, I try to remember those very small things,

that count, that matter, for all those we’ve lost, who don’t get to spread their blossoming wings.

For that final day is coming for each of us, who knows what tomorrow will bring,

so do what you can to assist another and that one kind gesture will surely sing.

 

We might not agree on every intention, we might want to argue, hate, and malign,

but if we can still try to do our best with an open heart, then we will all be just fine.

For there is a lesson that we all must learn, it’s the hand that you open to assist,

that will banish the haters amongst us, and force them to back down and desist.

 

For I dream that one day the world can work things out, for peace and prosperity for all,

that we can live without war, violence and disregard, and when help is needed heroes answer the call.

Some of us have been led down paths we don’t deserve, and we have sadness we just can’t surmount,

but don’t forget that you are a better person, when to your enemy you treat them as if they count.

 

Take but a moment to remember, the loss of life this week in the news that you see,

and then make a difference to someone to honor those people whose hopes and dreams will never be.

For it will be the small moments in life we take for granted that we hope will always be there,

and to those who exploit and degrade you, be better than them, by taking a genuine moment to care.

 

Poem by Stephanie Dow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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