while the stars shine and the moon is slightly less than full,
we wage wars against ourselves.
in this moment, instead of holding hands, we throw sparks –
ignite with fear the fires of discontent.
this war of indifference?
when the smoke finally clears –
we find all we’ve conquered –
is good; all that remains –
sad shroud of victory worn by kings without crowns –
left only to reign over the grave of morality.
we boast and brag of conquests made in the name of jurisprudence –
encroach upon the boundaries of right and wrong –
yet fail to comprehend the majesty of benevolence.
while making plans to ostracize God from our concept of creation –
we fail to realize the structure of our once great society is falling down –
collapsing in upon themselves,
the reality of our demise is heard –
not in the roar of mighty storms –
but subtle as the exit of day –
more personal than a whisper of consolation,
from the very lips of death…
(and now i lay me down to sleep ,