It Starts with You — Just Tom

In my previous post, “We Must Do Better”, I outlined a few things that I thought were important to focus on in regards to making positive, lasting changes. I suggested starting small, “from the bottom” and working upwards and outward. The end goal of that approach being that this kind of behavior would catch on […]

It Starts with You — Just Tom

More Thoughts on Death — Just Tom, In Pursuit Of…

Our body – emptied of that essence, consciousness and spirit that gave it life beyond a beating heart – entombed in a casket, will be transported from the funeral home, along streets and avenues to a cemetery where it will be buried in the cold earth. From the beginning of the procession to the end, that hearse will lead a parade of people. It may be one or two cars, it may be twenty. But your parade is coming. And so is mine…

More Thoughts on Death — Just Tom, In Pursuit Of…

Who am I?

The world burns brighter, brighter, hotter, hotter.

Some see it for building up, some see it for tearing down: a forge or a pyre.

Purposeless, for the people are divided, broken, disillusioned; it neither burns to heal or destroy.

It burns to Consume: Eating, eating, eating.

Destruction and Healing is needed.

Tearing down and burning away old ways of thinking, relating, indifference, hate.

Rebuilding bridges, repairing and healing of hearts and minds, of peoples and communities and families.

This world needs that kind of Healing, Lord: we need Healing. Cauterize the wound, bind up and heal it. Bring peace and healing.

“Then, Go, be that for the World.”

I would see the broken and broken-hearted healed and restored, I would see healing in this Land…

Me? Who am I? I say, through hot tears of shame, guilt, regret and faithlessness.

“But…?”

But, in my heart: I am the murderer and the suicide.

In my actions: I am the adulterer twice over.

In my mind: I am the coward and faithless, the lukewarm middle man.

I am ugly…

I am not worthy…

I am the white-washed tomb…

I am in need of Healing too. I have been broken, and I have done my share of breaking.

Who am I?

“You are Mine. You are how I see you. And that is enough.”

My words echo ancient texts…

Lord, help my unbelief…

I am blind, give me sight…