Posted on March 31, 2013April 15, 2021 EASTER MORNING THIS Easter Left alone with a bedraggled time that has Had its way and solitude Center stage in slight Tremors, worrying the carcass of An old fear that Beneath the footprints of These silhouetted days lay Dread Goodness under the influence Life generously giving of Privilege (for few) and benediction (for many) A brilliant ignorance That holds We are all on that “darkling plane” Where good is bad Bad is good is Bad is good… A curious crossroads To ponder fate while Loving the scientist and his Prayerful Algorithms That Sun Tsu certainty in sequence Leaving believers on a mobius loop Of repetition Governed by gods of division Long dividing people But not the praying hands Of the hopeful THIS Easter 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...