The world continues to spin wildly, slightly tilted and off centre.
Is that the reason why things make so little sense sometimes?
I open up my world, read the news, things that happen around the world and wonder
I wonder why people are so cruel,
wonder how they can justify this behaviour to others. Didn’t anyone teach them it was wrong? didn’t anyone teach them to use their words? turn the other cheek? love thy neighbour?
Religion attempts to show us how to be kind and loving,
yet it so often fails badly, with the religious using their God as a weapon instead of the swaddling cloth it should be
the Secular among us hold up money as their god, or health, or other valuables
chasing down the secret of life
in whatever way they believe it to exist
We are old wool sweaters, yarn snagging,
unraveling in the reality we live in.
Trying to patch it up, as it’s the only one we have.
I wish I could knit it together, heal the sweater of the world and make it stronger and more unified.
But I can only crochet, and I make blankets to keep my loved ones warm.
Maybe some day I’ll learn how. But for now, I hide deeper under my cozy cover and read a good book instead of the awful news.