Dawning Creations

I don’t remember the last,
despair free, unblocked
purity bowing over our heads

Newscasts, newspapers and magazines, too.
They’re mixing the truth

with convenient sales and confused youth.

Breaking  their disguised nimbus,
We find they are merely a tragic charade

Bending over backwards
never yielded results
that could claim to be

Noteworthy

Humility

Humanity

I ponder on about
wondering if he knew what we would do.

I pray he forgives us all.
Living is hard
when you love even harder.