Zephaniah 2:3 “Seek ye the LORD, all ye meek of the earth, which have wrought his judgment; seek righteousness, seek meekness: it may be ye shall be hid in the day of the LORD’S anger.”
You died before the world went crazy. And with you, you took the best of the century. Moments so golden, what gold we have now means wind. You were the master of your own symphony and the builders of rose-stained dreams. We live in perpetual loneliness and know more than we should. Too much at the tips of our fingers but our hearts are sculpted in stone. They burn innocence away like trash. They laugh in the face of truth and applaud their corruption. They are crushing waves and every restless shadow we dread. They are the makers of our misery and the orchestrators of our nightmares. They think they do well in painting demons into angels. And while they have slowly turned the world upside down I still fight clinging to my sanity. It is there beside the next dawn. Because that is all that life is, all the depression and the hysteria, is war with yourself. I fear no death, whatever I have in this world they take and I say take it all away. Because this world is a stage and the ones in the shadows are the scribblers of lies. And their lies have made me lose hope in humanity, only to find it in moments unprepared where my soul is fresh to the world. They are wolves. But we roam with lions.
Dedicated to Mary Helen, my grandmother, whose soul now rests with GOD.