A lone piece of sand remains,

forgetting a life previously lived—

the depth and beauty of the tapestry

from which it came. Would you

believe it if I told you, you chose

to come here? To this place?

Separate, but deeply connected.

That your soul has a heartbeat

matching the rhythm of God?

That you, too, make up all

the beaches and oceans

of the world....

To the men and women who care

only for themselves and the state

of their bank accounts

Who make the incredible sacrifice

to manipulate stories in honor

of favor to personal agenda

The path is lined with roses

for our dear countrymen

who choose to save us

by sending us to space,

funding billions instead

of feeding millions

Personal glory and gain

never looked so heroic

than it does t...

Dust coats the surface of a place

I used to know well—a place

of intrigue, imagination,

and the truth

that we are not alone

While these particles collect and build

up, and up, and up

We continue to look down,

not seeing around us the destruction

of distraction, the heartbreak of isolation

The bitter truth that while we are not

physically alone, we are emotionally gone

from the days of co...