Fragments of words to alert

Words and memories are like
a paper cut. Shocking, hurtful yet
keeps us so aware, alert.

  Carried a tune on the radio.
Bouncing the words, melody in my
mind.

  Fragments charred yet noteworthy.
Distance keeps people at bay.
Why is that? I cater to kindness and
joy just as many others do. I am
also human.

  Noting that all are unique in appearance,
perhaps, that is why such great divides
are created.

  How so would I treat you different. I still
love you, yet know only are you my brother
I have missed. Seemingly over a thousand
tears, miles. I still hope all I can for
that of odd circumstances and dearly
pray that life continues to make
hearty progress in your wake.

  Careful of steps and tokens expressed.
Shake my hand in the midst of war. Become
my neutral beloved. Enter into Paradise
on earth with joy and overwhelming sense
of peace and protection, because you too are
granted and entitled to such wonders.

  Echo a verse. See how though thoughts ramble
and sentences blend we still can converse and
interpret meanings out of chaos?

  Stay alert. Listen and heed words, Scriptures.
Someday, pray and hope, you too will join
in praise and love of all that is showered upon
my mind.