tears fall, even on sun kissed days.
death creates an exit, even on days life enters.
loss and little resources are real, even as they sit next door to gain and abundance.
something isn’t… oh the paradoxes of life…
I sure as hell gave up on fair a long time ago, but right…
I haven’t given up on right.
exhaustion leads to weariness, even still
Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy…
hear our prayer, God, hear our deep sighs. Do not turn your ear, listen.
how long, God, how long?