The light in my heart is
overshadowed by sadness.
Darkness threatens in
a distance
but I want to believe.
I want to believe
that souls are tuned
to angels as they sing.
I search for words
through the rubble
of the day,
the lack arises from
the pain that sears.
Light and darkness,
the spaces of life,
empty moments,
pregnant moments.
Evil trampled on the
garden of existence
and vaporized hopes and dreams.
The knife blunt,
the sword sharp,
the cries to the heavens
echoing through the universe,
while bad seeds blind and deaf
to the sounds
of humanity.
I want to believe
in the sacred
in the pure
in the grace of the
poetry that lives
in these streets.
I want to believe
I want to touch the light,
and hear the angels sing.
