From all of the places...
From all of the places
and all of the times -
we gather our glimpses
and order them so...
From all of the memories
and all of the lines -
we puzzle the pieces
row after row...
From all of the sermons
and all of the prayers -
we hit at the horror
and bury the black...
From all of the sabbaths
and all of the bore -
we sigh at the sameness
and hurl it straight back...
From all of the bias
and all of the myths -
we fight through the verbiage
and spit out the lies...
From all of the hurting
and all of the hell -
we look for the logic
and try to be wise...
Joy Weare,
18th June, 2011.
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