Roses on My Table

....And I have roses on my table in January. In the midst of war and catastrophic mystery. While the worlds fractures, both earthly and manmade, stretch to the breaking point. Where we debate the correctneses of worshipping God, and the fundamental right to love. Where humanities greatness is lost in the pages of history being written by the fingers of her errors. Choices to build walls of intolerance, by hearts filled with hubris, self exaggeration, and righteousness, each claiming God as their champion..........and when the sea vomited up the remains of that which she had hastily consumed, were the contents of her depths identifiable by race or color or status or creed? They were one humanity, those which the sea had made her own.....just one, and that united cry of unimiginable loss and grief called out to the greatness in man. Yes, under the same sky we walk, those perpectuating greed and might, and those aching for the worlds wounds of hate to heal. And in the midst of war and catastrophic mystery.......i have roses on my table in January and am ever humbled by His Grace.