words we offer.

superfluous incantations.

so easy to speak to sadness when unaffected –

merely spectator to the tragedy.

symbolically,

we promenade our good intentions –

feign allegiance to the victims of indifference.

but when the shadows fall,

retire to our catacombs of selfish insensitivity.

where did the disconnect occur?

at what point along our journey did we simply abandon the side-car of compassion –

exchange our tickets of camaraderie for self-serving vehicles of elitism?

tomorrow,

regardless our attempt at manipulation,

life will continue.

as much as we choose to disregard injustice,

the reality of conflict will remain.

those that find confidence behind masks of inferred generosity –

imagine restitution paid by superficial acts of benevolence –

will sadly find admittance to paradise denied –

disallowed  by supposed inclusion by intention…

words,

we offer –

prayers for forgiveness.

dialogue for recompense.

heads bowed,

unintentional act of respect –

eyes closed,

irreverent –

surely there can be no penalty of judgment –

for crimes we choose not to see…

this post – 

specific – 

intended. 

undeniably – unobtrusive.

words that speak from a shrine of good intention.

words that speak to humble – 

humility.

words that speak from a platform of compassion –

across the silence of a room of doubt…

it seems –

sometimes –

the closer we become to who we are, 

the further away we move from our comfort zone.

suddenly the definition – 

the boundaries –

the allowed,

becomes muted. 

uncertainty colored gray replaces the black and white contrast.

is –

becomes could,

should gets consumed by can’t.

as we search for answers to questions we have not the courage to ask, 

our serenity disappears –

lost in the chaos of despair…

these words –

surreptitiously culled from dissertations of faith –

sermons of solidarity.

and yet i wonder if you hear them through the discord of your lamentations.

prayers – i pray.

application for license to disarm.

all the while –

you remain isolated –

entombed within a vault of disbelief.

unable to see over walls built to disallow insurgence of attack –

denigration of emotional stability –

that in effect,

have become prisons

of self-imposed

indifference…

we speak to the disenchanted.

stand on our soapboxes of pious indignation –

lash out at the arena’s of unconcerned –

wear watercolor hearts on our sleeves.

in front of crowds gathered to deter allegiance –

we throw arrows of solidarity –

our arsenal of antagonism unending.

words of condemnation; we choose.

yet fail to dislodge thumbs of impudence from holes in dams of manufactured religion.

religion.

all inclusive blanket of suppose.

folded up neatly and placed high on shelves of unavailable.

easily out of reach –

out of sight.

we speak –

but never seem to question the acceptance of those that hear.

irrelevant –

consensual commiseration.

in place of conviction –

we exhibit masks of implied.

utter memorized oracles of divine affiliation.

all the while –

completely unaware of the absence of acceptance to our invitations of believe…