not one stone

Pentecost +25 - Year C

still have some hope?

everything you see

will fall down

and not just lie there

but be buried

under sixty-six feet

of wind blown sand

still joyful over beauty?

false leaders

promising golden chickens

in every pot

and nary a chipped tooth

or cost to you

just vote them in

still on the full side of a half glass?

empires come

but mostly go

bust

emptying their center

bursting their boundaries

pop

still playing the Glad Game?

the very earth falls apart

cracks beneath

eruptions above

and bodies the same

famine

disease

has Dr. Pangloss prescribed for you?

betrayed by parents

say it isn't so

laughed at by siblings

say it isn't so

executed by friends

it seems so

now without hope?

and my beloved says

when I'm not living in hope

hope still lives in me

who can explain it

who can tell us why

endure