Maybe its time to stop petitioning the sky for answers, maybe its time to stop asking god for miracles and stop blaming the devil for our own wicked deeds. Maybe its time we pull the love freely flowing in the air around us into our lungs and share it with one another. Breath kindness and compassion to those in need, to feed the hungery, to protect the children living without homes, to share all that we have no matter how little it may be. Maybe its time to stop imagining a better world and start building a better world. Maybe its time we value the blood coursing through the hearts of our daughters and sons more than the number of zeros on our paychecks. Maybe its time to give our time and attention to the things that need our time and attention. Maybe its time for us to craft miracles through hands holding the hammer and nails and not praying to the hands with nails through them. Maybe its time to have faith in ourselves. Maybe its time to stop placing the label of sin on our children before they even take their first breath. Maybe its time to learn how to love ourselves without shame. Maybe its time to see the sky as blue or cloudy or grey or black and not the color of our salvation. Maybe its time we save ourselves. Maybe its time to spread love instead of teaching hate. Maybe its time to put the old dogs of war down and stop willingly sacrificing our children to the machine of greed and the gears of death. Maybe its time to stop pretending peace keepers are the same thing as peace makers. Maybe its time to realize that bombs and bullets and fear are not useful ways of achieving word harmony. Maybe its time to stop praying for better and to start doing better. Maybe we can start today because maybe tomorrow will be to late...