Means to an end

I've been reading the political machinations lately and am certain we're no closer to harmony than we were before.  I remembered a poem that came through me a while ago and thought I would share it:

 

Means to an end

Using sound reason it’s hard to explain
To someone who I know instinctively gets it
Using good logic it’s tough to believe
In someone who I think apparently doesn’t

The means that ultimately we decide to employ
Should not be in conflict with the end we desire
No matter how many times I have considered it
I always conclude that they must be consistent

I’m not trying to boldly pick a new battle
But I know that real peace does not come from war

I’m not one who claims to know what it means
But truth does not spring from a river of lies

I’m one who will question my kindness in action
And I’m certain that love does not start with hate

I’m willing to say I was bad when I hit
Hitting is never for anyone’s own good

I’m peaceful in knowing that I can be trusting
Restrictions don’t help in becoming trustworthy

I’m not the world’s smartest but I understand
Teaching conformity does not help us learn

I’m imperfect but intend to live life full of spirit
I pray that religions will all lead to God

I’m mostly wide open to new points of view
Judgment will close my door to compassion

The words that came through me today I would hope
Will not be considered as if I desire
An end that does anything other than connect
Enduring because of the use of true means

Using our souls to look we will see
A moment where all of us finally get it
Using our present as an end we can see
The means that we choose in the future must change