A Prayer to My Countrymen in Ugly Times

My friends in the USA, there is so much ugliness being shoved in our faces on a national level at the moment… the ugliness of injustice, murders, racism, etc. (not to mention the social polarity brought on by the current election cycle). Unfortunately, that ugliness is real. It seems overwhelming. Still, it MUST, in its varied forms, be addressed and hopefully corrected, systemically from the top down and from the ground up.
 
BUT, there is still so much beautiful going on around us. You won’t much see it on the news, you won’t much hear about it on the radio. In this present America, you have to tune your attention to it as an act of will. Just walking around in Indianapolis with my kids yesterday, I saw the beautiful at work in my fellow humans, ordinary humans, on the streets, and we were able to be a part of it. It wasn’t in everyone, but it was in most people. My kids and I also got to be part of an amazing moment between several of us. It wasn’t a planned “event.” Just humans being humans to one another. Friends were made of strangers, and those strangers were not even the same color. Personal stories, help, and hopes were exchanged. No hashtags or clickbait articles were necessary to make it happen. Only beating human hearts and willing minds. It gave me some real hope for humanity in the day to day, at ground level.
 
That said, this is my admonition, first to myself and then to my friends. Hell, even as I secular person I don’t mind calling it a “prayer”… a prayer that WE will have to answer ourselves: Please don’t let the ugliness that dwells in some places and in some people around you turn YOU ugly in spirit. Yes, stand for the right and against the wrong. Speak and act (peacefully) against it. Yet, never forget that there is more light shining through we who are good than darkness manifesting through those who are bad. Don’t let the darkness of “them” dim the light of “us.” The “us” who are found among all colors, creeds, and countries. If ever we needed to be, we need to be countrymen, fellow citizens, friends, and most of all, lovers of one another in this present day. In the words of my mom to me as a young boy, “Be careful that you do not become what you hate in this world.” One of the hardest things in this life is to have your heart broken, but not let it then turn into fractured stone.
 
There are some in this country who have the desire to fracture us all like broken glass along the contrived lines of their own selfish agendas. They hope to set us against one another via racial, political, gender, and ideological lines. That makes us weak and them strong. But, we must be countrymen and we must care for one another. We must care about our real flesh and blood fellow citizens above our own subjective ideologies. Please, tune your ears to the frequency of the common humans around you. Their hearts are beating a beautiful song. Let your own heart sing along.   -Luke
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Watch the World Burn (A Poem)

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“Watch the World Burn” -an original poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright: 2015 picture and words, all rights reserved. No use without the permission of the author.

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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover- Chapter One: A Man Peculiar

The Chronicles of Simon the Lover

Chapter One: A Man Peculiar

Every small town has a man who is shunned

A man who is peculiar in one way or another

Usually seen walking here or there

Sometimes stopping at the cafe for coffee

Sitting in the safety of the back corner booth

Always alone

A man who is never afforded

The congenial small talk

And courteous nods

Offered to one another

By the regular citizens

 

Simon was such a man

 

He had suffered a bout of polio as a child

Scarcely surviving the episode

Being left a bit hunched over

With his spine and one leg permanently crooked

 

In nineteen fifty-six

Simon was a man in his late twenties

He was always disheveled in appearance

Often seen shuffling down the sidewalk

While catching the disapproving glances

Of the regular townsfolk

Like an unwelcome leper with

Worn clothes

Unkempt hair

And a lonely soul

 

His parents having both passed on

He lived with an aunt on his father’s side

Who was kind enough to give him room and board

Though he could pay no regular rent

As he was only able to find odd and infrequent jobs

Because who wants a cripple for their hired man

 (Strange how a town with so many churches

   can be so wanting in the area of practical

    Christianity)

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