Ditched

Ditched                2/24/2017

Spring, Summer, or fall

Winter passes over

As days turn into weeks

And weeks

Into years.

We walk through a soup

Caustic and cruel

Wearing us out

And wearing us down.

All of it unnecessary

And all of it dumb

Predestined to die

Deluded and deceived 

By a mountain of lies.

All but for a reason

I may never know

The sun woke me up

Asleep in my dreams.

Showing me the wrongs

That I had never seen

Lost by omission

Or deliberate

Deception.

Covered over

And covered up

As if they never happened

And as if

No one knew. 

Dead evidence

Bulldozed away

Covered in a ditch

Nameless

And forgotten.

Eyes gouged out

And stabbed countless times

Murdered without mention

And blamed without remorse.

The beasts run wild

And are spread far and wide

Knowingly released

To predate and murder.

He comes with a sword

But the sword

Is not in vain

The truth at once

Beautiful and glaring.

Woe to him

That covers his face

Preferring darkness to light

And the comfort

Of lies. 

All they ever had to do

Was to look and see

No matter how uncomfortable

And burning. 

But blessed is he

Who walks into the den

Unafraid

And bold.

Even if wounded

And even if attacked

Willing to endure

For the greater

Of the whole.

We hold on

To many people

And places

But now I am let them go

In perfect peace.

Search, seek

And always pray

That God will find

Us worthy

Even though we slept

And forgot.