Alone in this path I take.
Justifications Amidst the Vortex
What am I to do, my friend?
What am i going to do?
These lamentations I make…
pointless mocking of crows
bringing me down to my very knees
Rise up, says He… for the sun of rightiousness
continues to shine,
for what the world sees,
is testament to it’s own blindness.
Dead is their work… for the word or truth shall always prevail.
Pondering against the Logic of Despair
It would be easiy for me close the chapter now,
An exit wound for an eternity,
A bullet for every cent of my troubles,
But here I am… with broken bread and a cup of wine…
insignificant it may seem… a symbolism seemingly cliched…
Still… it is a gentle reminder to all of us,
For our existence s may never be acknowledged by the world
But it definately means more to Him, Our Father.
