Television Screens (Sept. 2012)

When I turn on the TV these days, depression slaps me with calloused hands across my face. The world is falling apart before our eyes, but everyone's too distracted by the bright lights flashing across our screens. There's so much more we're missing in-between. Men and women are dying all over the world for our country; for you. But you wouldn't realize that, no. Because you're too worried about who's guest starring next on Ellen, or what Kardashian is getting married or re-married.  Can't' you see that children are having children? And can't you see that these children are being brought into a world of wars, corruption, and suffering? Into a world where your priest, the man who is divine and your gateway to God, is devouring your children's youth behind closed doors. We are blind and unwilling to believe that a world outside our own exists. While you lay asleep tonight in your bed, there is so much hatred and evil accumulating that will eventually cast itself into death and despair. Meanwhile, your mind is drifting off into pleasant dreams and you won't even know. You won't know that someone, somewhere is welcoming death to infiltrate their body because they realize how nothing is right in the world anymore. I can't watch TV anymore because its obscenities strangle me, leaving me bruised and breathless. So turn off the TV for a minute and look at your reflection in the screen. Do you see the world echoed in your eyes? Its loneliness running down your face? Its anger spewing from clenched teeth? I feel sorrow in my soul and exhaustion in my bones because those who reflect on the world are often left behind.