Imagine

Imagine, just for a moment. I'm deliriously tired right now, but as my winter heart awakens more and more each December day, my love and conciousness expand exponentially along with it. No, I didn't take any drugs. No, I'm not becoming a born again again. But just imagine.
Imagine a world with such injustice that the undying belief for CENTURIES in ONE man could make a people cling to the last shreds of hope. Make them stay faithful to their culture and beliefs. Make them mindful, devout, and gladdened by the thought that this manifestation of their God's love for them will change the course of history forever. Imaging living in a world with such violence, with such corruption. Imagine losing all but the last tenacious cell of hope.
Imagine wanting to end the cycle. Imagine wanting to change the course of our lives. Imagine value, honesty, and fidelity as real makers of men and women. Imagine people being driven to do what is right instead of what is easy. Imagine the leadership of a man who believes in us as much as we believe in him. Imagine creating a new society, a better world, a kinder nation. Imagine us happy as a people, imagine us free, unfettered, and discovering who we truly are. Imagine us living the lives we desperately need to live, not based on wealth, or acquisition, or power.
Imagine us genuinely loving ourselves and those around us. Imagine building people UP instead of always tearing them down. Imagine governments acting honestly, free of the corruption that haunts them and destroys the people they govern. Imagine us finally caring for our planet, our oceans, our wildlife, and our children. Imagine loving your partner wholeheartedly, without reservation, without suspicion, and without fear. Imagine being loved in return unconditionally, for who you are, not for what you can do or for what you have. Imagine Trust.
Perhaps ONE man did have the ability to right the world somehow. To speak truth and be heard, not that week, not that year, but for eons. Perhaps he was God, or at least God-inspired because how could one man ever hope to be heard in light of everything the world was then, and still is today, if he was not in some way assisted by the divine? I believe in a higher power that guides us all. I believe that he would inspire us in any way he could to see a better way. I believe, in the very frigid core of us, is the spark of the divine waiting to explode in conflagration, should we only learn how to BELIEVE. If I could have one wish, it would be for more people to imagine the possibilities of belief and hope. And I would wish for them to open THEIR winter hearts and feel the fire in the ice. We've all grown a little cold over the decades, and only a bonfire will effect the kind of awakening we all need. Angels? Inspiration? Men of God? Whatever it takes.......
Imagine...