justice

i watch the incredibly outlandish opening ceremony of the olympics, gasping for justification over the price tag of the entirely uncalled for event, and my heart is torn over the impoverished countries that can not afford proper nourishment.

strolling through the booths at "the pageant of the masters" art festival and reflections of the 1, 2, 3 carat rocks of jewelry designers blind my vision. now all i can see are bloody, horrific images of the inhumane brutalities and wars involved in the diamond industry.

each time i go to feed the homeless community of san diego i watch them gather around the offering table and dig deep into their shredded clothes pockets for a dime to place in the bucket - willing to give their only currency out of a heart of gratitude and i weep over my self consumed mentality.

i run through the streets of del mar and rancho sante fe and i am shaded from the hot sun not by the tall, reaching eucalyptus trees; but by the monuments of financial success we build for ourselves otherwise known as a house, that were once upon a time purposed to be a safe haven for families.

washing my face at night, brushing my teeth, or taking a shower no longer poses as a proper hygiene regimen. the amount of water i waste while shaving my legs or wait for the temperature to rise is now directly linked to a kaleidoscope of heart-wrenching colors that form into the shape of dehydrated children.

god is doing something to my heart and i cry out for mercy. justice begins with me.