Time To Shift

Time To Shift short poem

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Behold our world so tired, torn, and insecure
Filled with high tech answers, but yet unsure

Nation after nation, fighting terror and crime
Does mankind’s DNA force us to be so unkind?
Many are seeking solutions, while others whine

When you feel a sudden shifting of the gears,
Release your fears, and renewed faith appears
When you’ve experienced hate, pain, and tears,
It’s hard to imagine that change will come near

Have the dark clouds of war caused you to fear?
Have you endured the loss of loved ones so dear?
Are you uncertain about what you see and hear?

When the world looks hopeless, mean, and cold
When it’s hard to find something strong to hold
When crises worsen and cloud your noble goal
It’s not a sign that you must quit, run, or fold
It only means it’s time to be brave and bold

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Perfectly said! In tough times, what is required is sheer grit and courage! Wonderful!


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