Triumph

Triumph             9/29/2016

Clouds gather

And a heaviness fills the air

Weighing us down

With intensifying fear. 

The moon hides

In our shadow

As we spin around the sun

In an ancient arc

Of rhythmic tides.

We have lived

And we have loved

But bigger things

Happen outside. 

Secrets are hidden

But we still get a glimpse

Waking up

Or sliding down.   

Inertia is gravity

Pulling me downward

Into a hole

Pulling me into a vacuum

Of lethargy and loathing. 

An internal fog

From which

There is little escape

A cold, gray drizzle

In the middle of my mind. 

In silence we live

And foolishness we die

Without ever questioning

How or why.  

Slaves to impulse

And instinctive emotions

Traceable to our common tragedies

One after another. 

Questions surface

But then we push them down

Imagining everything

But doing nothing. 

If we stay the same

We are already buried

Bombed into hades

Burning in our fat.

Evil reigns

And that explains it all

An unbearable existence

Devolving into violence

And senseless terror.

Evil never rests

And now it paces

At the door

Unleashed

And unfettered

It rages out of control.

Remember the poets

When the world goes dark

Searching for familiar words

In the blank screen of death.

Find it in the streets

And find it in the dark

The rebel press

Indomitable

And unstoppable. 

Even in the darkness

We have lit the fire

The kind that burns

Brighter by the hour. 

They have lost

So now see the desperation mount

Spent completely in a spasm

To destroy all they can. 

Trust in the light

And lean upon God

That all of us are protected

Joyful at his return.