Onboard with the “so be it’s “
Of late not giving a damn
Sunken into deep depressions left behind by…
Too few and far between kindnesses
Mostly harsh, distracted, self absorbed, unreachable
Trust is hard to give and much harder to find
Far from a cynic…
Further still from pessimist
But it seems to outweigh
It seems to be more readily accepted as the temperate clime
But facts are facts and the evidence is clear
Of the impending juggernaut, inexorable, clichéd…
being seined by the proverbial times
To get to “there”
One must wade through a whole lot of Now and hear
In the process grow stronger or collapse?
Fold or persevere?
And just when one thinks they’ve gained some sort of higher advantage…
The irony sinks in as the downward slide yet again begins in earnest
Find oneself meditating under a torrential earthly reign
Eyes scanning desolate plains
Where is the Son?
Knowing the answer…
Cleaving to Truth
Saturated in blood
of living proof
To ease the pain.