What a time in history, the possibilities as well and the un sureties.

Who will lead us from these dark days back to prosperity?

Can a global village recover from the finical ruins we have discovered?

Or is it a sign of more to come, that we as a race have become UN done.

Plugged in, wired up, texted and perplexed and yet, no peace, no release, without cease.

Shush, and be still, know and believe and it will come to pass.

Like the faith of a child, like a feather in the wind, you must sense its presence.

The first green bud of spring, the fresh breath of change and then like a thawing of winter the river flows and the hope grows and we head off into the light.

Let us all stay focused and maybe, just maybe we will get it right.