I have learned to praise the Creator in each and everyone. I do believe everyone is redeemable, good at their core- perhaps it is just that they have forgotten or have never known love without strings. Compassion is the key, kindness the ointment- love without rules, religion or comfort zones. How could anyone truly know God if it weren't through our reaching out and loving them- we are his hands, his heart, his touch. I praise God by praising my brothers and my sisters.
"Above all, love one another." Brother Jesus's blanket rule.
To see beauty in the ugly faces is the hardest thing I do- but to look upon hate, despair, sadness and sorrow and reflect to the wearer of those masks a goodness, true beauty- it is though a light, a beaming light has been finally turned on in the darkest room. Love never fails, love wins. Period.
"Tears are merely a lubricant
for the daily grinding of gears
that must turn
driving me through
this veil of misery-
that sorrow has built
and love secures
with the mortar of memories."
A validating piece that offers the only navigation of one's adversity-through. Sorrow's end is where we grow.