Orange Eight

Orange 8                                                       11/10/2015

Orange eight

Black, gray, and silver

On a gloomy afternoon

Cold, dark, and rainy.

There are always bright spots

In an otherwise depressing week

Because we still must laugh

Even in loss

And grieving.

Life happens

And it is happening now

As time slides sideways

Through a pin point in space.

Alive and dead

Happy or alone

We all exist

Trapped in amber

Unable to see, or move.

We fumble

And we stumble

Second guessing instinct

And swinging at shadows.

Always doubting

And hedging our bets

Even though we see

And know.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

A good thing

Need not be a secret

But evil always hides

In the details. 

Money and favors

Threats and coercion  

Pushing the weak

Whichever, way they will.

But, even a fool

Can learn

And even the good

Can fight. 

God will save the courageous

Who stand for what is right

Faithful to the end

Unwavering
And unashamed.