Healing Time

Disfunction of the modern world

My world is a strange place
Filled with peace, filled with destruction
Filled with calm, filled with haste
My mind wanders through a maze of memories
Entwining themselves in a rhythmic succession
Times of peace and brotherhood
When unity rang from households across the land
Somewhere; somehow
That unity was broken like glass
And shattered all around us

Now, as we walk on this Earth
Pieces of that broken unity wound us
Making us afraid of each other
Slowly, the pieces are put back again
Some not fitting as well as before
Some corners are missing and edges rough
But unity will restore itself again
With nuturing and love
Of its people and its people towards one another