Wires shine like Diamonds in the sun. Taught lines that rise to the heavens, like a mystic bridge to eternity. A miracle of ingenuity, a space elevator from science fiction to science fact. Nations rise up from the dust as vast stores of wealth descend from the sky. Blasting rock has gone silent and poison no longer fills our lakes and streams. Satellites dot the earth as children go to school with others from places far away. Each class has a different teacher that brings unique ideas together to tear down the walls of prejudice and ignorance in young minds.  Forest now rise up where urban sprawl once took up the landscape. People no longer live in prisons of poverty, but borders have been opened and cities now sit deep in the clear blue seas and on the cool white surface of the moon. The air is clean and the sun brings warmth to all who use it's endless light and power. When we take a few moments to set aside our differences and set ourselves free, it will be amazing to find what is truly possible.

Speak boldly and do not back down. Go into the prisons and hospitals to the forgotten and those who despair. Bring compassion and mercy as you join others to advocate. Be the voice to the helpless and the hopeless. Walk for those who cannot. Claw at the door and pull down the strong holds of indifference. Bring strength and determination to the fight. Pick up those who are wounded and carry them with you. Lift up the causes with charity and Thanksgiving. Be the voice for all who cannot be heard.

Hear the sound of shop doors opening, and smell the fresh baked bread. Feel the smooth cobblestones beneath your bear feet as you hear an Italin morning begin. Sit on the beach and watch the Green water roll in with white surf. Sip on a chilled Coconut drink as the sun sets while warm tropical breezes filled with scent of exotic flowers envelops you. Ride across a Dusty Savannah with a camera and binoculars in hand. Pour cold water over your face and wipe away the grit of the sand. Sit quietly in the back of a Jeep and watch a lion pride at play. Take some once-in-a-lifetime photos, as they lay quietly under the shade of an ancient tree finding relief from the heat of the day. Hear the twang of banjo music, and walk along some old creaky boards. Step back a hundred years as you find odds and ends in an old General Store. Look above a small country town as clouds encircle mountain peaks. Listen to a couple of Old-Timers tell tall tales as a old dog and young children sit at their feet. Have a mason jar full of White Whiskey as you sit in an old rocking chair. Soak up the history of a place that seems forgotten, but where the people are friendly and still show they care. Take time out of your life to go out and visit the world. Don't simply hide in your personal shell, bring some of what others have to offer back with you and leave a part of yourself behind. Enrich your self and others lives with new experiences, that you might not otherwise find.

The smell of fresh cut grass and the boys of summer have been a staple of America for generations. Popcorn, hot dogs and the seventh inning stretch defined a part of who we are. No longer does this enamor us, as editorial games of political intrigue have come to center stage. The 3/2 pitch has been replaced with the political sound bite. The crack of an Ash wood bat has been over taken by the sound of a judges gavel. We have gone from watching The Lazy Days of summer pass quietly, too political Carnage that we watch Daily. With the 24/7 news cycle, once Monumental Heroes only receive a few seconds in the day. Unless they're caught in a drunken stupor or have made an unwanted *** tape. innocence has been taken away, and the old Skipper with his hat pulled down has been replaced by teams of lawyer, that argue the will of the people to the ground. So will we ever return to a simpler time, or will we continue to drown in the political mire. When did America's innocent pass time, give way to this political nightmare?

The cover is cracked and worn. The pages have turned yellow with age. The tear stains mark the pages that were read most often. The name of the book has faded and only the word holy remains. Inside of the cover, those who were redeemed and those who have gone are written. Four generations have dog eared the pages and yet the words can still be seen. Just like Jesus my old bible has been broken, so that the world could not break me.

Buildings reach to the sky and glisten like diamonds in the Sun. Streets are straight and Broad, trees abound everywhere. The lands are green and Lush and you can see the bottom of the rivers. Children of all Races run and play together. Highways are open and little in the way of traffic can be found. Nations have no borders and no poor are left behind. The skies are a dark blue as people talk openly one to another. Sickness is no more and crutches Wheelchairs and walkers sit at a memorial that their purpose may not be forgotten. I sit quietly on a park bench and look around at what great things can be. If only others could share this vision of the world with me.

Howling and beying, pulled in among the thorns. The prickly Breyers scratch and cut an unsuspecting Hound that's caught in a rut. Chasing that brown rabbit through a meadow and the grassy field. The rabbit scampers safely into a Briar Patch that will not yield. The Relentless Hound backs out, a skin full of pricker Breyers but none the worse for wear. The dog just sits and beys as the rabbits off laughing somewhere.