Not Someday…Everyday

Someday

 

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I imagine that everyday, pretty much everywhere, there are parents helping children get ready for school.
There is breakfast to make,
Coats to zip up
And hugs filled with optimism to push us out the door.

I imagine that everyday, pretty much everywhere, we are all the same, really.  We long for:
Safe shelter,
Wholehearted love
And enduring security to push us out the door.

I imagine that everyday, pretty much everywhere, there are bankers, brokers, analysts, teachers, nurses and assistants riding a train, a cab or a bus,
Trying to make a difference
Or a contribution to push us out the door.

Push us out the door
To each other
To peace
To grace
To understanding,
Because everyday there is hope, not just someday.

 

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