I want to send more love into the world,

Instead of throwing kerosene on conflicts.

To be a source of happiness to others and myself,

And have more empathy and be slow to anger.

To stop playing God, and realize I am powerless,

Against the forces of nature,

And everything else.

I would like to be a walking red heart.

Even with the knowledge that the earth is dying.

That rage and racial hatred are like mother’s milk.

To turn it all this over, like a plate full of discarded peas,

At the foot of a higher power.

Who might have abandoned his creation.

Or taken a long summer vacation.

Or is plotting some kind of cover-up.

I wish you a Valentine with white fancy lace.

I will pray for chocolate anesthesia. 

Ask for grace,

And that salvation grows.