Finding self

Never Hopeless

Grace exists without and within.

The dust calls my bones while the prosperous of the earth laughs none will be counted righteous while wicked hearts thrive and eat

Led beside still waters hearts burn yearning for release Fearing all evil the Eye wanders and no comfort is found in cascading numbers

Waterfalls spewing data none will declare satisfaction found But, in blood and dirt shivering amongst worms lives comfort secure in forgiving arms loving round

Poor in spirit and thread bloodshot eyes, calloused hands gripping faded light Rocks of hope shatter illusions dripping fat teased from riches plotted evil machinations cannot anticipate

Trouble always near Yet, tears of groaning do not quench appetites entitled nor wet exceeding purses beyond a haughty pittance Honor and majesty hide behind avarice

Wailing laughter starving souls Our plans scattered in disparate cracked light though we walk and seek void is all before blinded hearts Yet light fights to be shared

Fears yielding compassion filled strength Bound in flesh giving without taking Souls regenerating blessing all with a word of encouragement Remembering kindness and ushering in open love.