this one's for the lonely
the ones that seek and find
only to be let down
time after time
this one's for the torn down
the experts at the fall
come on friends get up now
you're not alone at all
:: comes and goes // greg laswell
dear world, please stop.
stop battering down my door with a thousand voices telling me just how i should mother, how i should parent, how i should be.
it's breaking me down before i've even begun.
dear fashion designers, please stop.
stop teaching us to hate our bodies, because we already fall down enough and we need to love this thing that carries our souls and hearts and breaths and dreams. it's okay not to be a size 2.
it's killing our daughters.
dear mothers of the world, please stop.
stop hating one another because one holds a baby to her breast and one chooses another form of life-giving food for her little one, because one chooses to return to work and another can hold her baby from dawn to dusk.
i can't bear it any more.
dear church, sons and daughters of the King of Kings and Lord of Love, please stop.
stop screaming hate when He said love, stop twisting words to mean what He never meant. put down the torches and the pitchforks.
it's making Him weep
and He doesn't recognize you.
what else can i say but please. please, from the bottom of my heart, cloaked in all the love i can muster...
:: please stop ::