What if we just chose to love?
What if we went against our instinct to right a wrong or to prove a point and stretched out our arms and loved?
Instead of looking through eyes of anger and hate and vindication, what if we softened our gaze and really looked to see the soul behind the body; the heart underneath the skin?
What if we found a way to put aside the frustration and hopelessness?
What if we said, “I am tired of fighting. I am tired of feeling scared and powerless. I am tired. Aren’t you?”
What if we closed our eyes and imagined a tight embrace by our brothers and sisters? Not concerned with who was holding us, but melting in the safety of another human’s arms.
Just giving and receiving love.
What if we didn’t look at others from our judgment of who lives their lives the “right” way; or who does or doesn’t deserves kindness and justice, but instead looked at others through the softest part of our heart. The heart we had when we were a child, before we grew to be afraid of those who are different. Before we learned to believe we were somehow better than.
What if we could freely give love and acceptance to others, simply because they have a beating heart?
Would it make a difference?
Can we ever learn to put aside our differences and judgments and just love?
Can we begin to heal and come to each other in compassion instead of with something to prove?
Can we raise our children to embody love instead of hate?
Can we lead with our heart instead of our head? Even for just a moment in time?
What if we all remembered that we were created in love?
We were created to love.
We were created to be love.
Could we then come to a place where the self-righteousness, the need for power, and the hurting and suffering could end?
A place were we could look at our brothers and sisters walking the earth with us, look at them deep in their eyes and say, “Yes, we have differences, but our similarities outweigh anything that could separate us.”
“We are one love.”
We all look different, we sound different, we come from different places, but we all have a heart that hurts.
We all have a soul that has wants and desires.
We all have a need to feel love.
People have been hurt. People are suffering. People are angry. People have reached a depth of sadness never known. People are broken.
Some are so broken they are beyond repair. They have such hate in their heart that it can never be overcome by love.
I am lost as to how to come to terms with all the hate. All the senseless violence.
But, what I know for sure is that the number of these broken souls is not greater than those of us with the deep and vast capacity for love.
So let me ask, “What will it take to repair the brokenness; to heal the sadness and start again?”
It will take love.
Not more laws. Not more guns. Not more catchy phrases and hashtags. Not more self-absorbed vigilantism. Not more political rhetoric. Not more right or left-wing bullshit. Not more violence.
The only thing it will take is love.
So who will be the first to love? Who will be the first to put down their armor and put their hand out in tenderness?
It will be scary. We will feel vulnerable. We might get hurt.
But, the only thing in this world that will conquer the hate, is love.