Some languish, having fallen in the well
Of loneliness, that melancholy hell-
While others cling where they are sure to die
In vines they are unable to untie.
The silent empty evenings steal one’s breath,
Another struggles through a living death-
The have and have nots, neither one can win-
Denial stirs this special brew of sin.
The windows tease, the teary eyes can see
The dream of life each wishes theirs could be-
Two wrongs without the means to make things right
As haunting truth lies barely out of sight.
As time of life so quickly bleeds away
With prayers unanswered for another day,
I’ve not a clue to say which one is worse-
But nobody should live with such a curse.
How would it hurt to call these demons out?
Insisting pain is not what life’s about.
The choice is ours- to wade a lake of tears-
Or take a chance in spite of all the fears.
Thank you for bringing out the obvious that so many don't seem to see. The wealth gap in the United States needs to be closed so that all people can enjoy the fruits of their labor.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Or take a chance in spite of all the fears.
Meaningful and soul-stirring words, John. Love and peace to you,
Regis.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane