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where is this grave simplicity

that of which I so crave

the whispers speak openly to me now

in frank terms of grim disbelief

I see such forces of fear in the aged

the widened eyes of the compromised

innocent

remain far too underdeveloped

for the hard nosed exposure of the time

why the very screen of pervasive cruelty

knows no such thing it seems as

an end

to such crimes

the more sensitive of God's creative

children today

weep

all the more freely

but still not so silently

for he

their so beloved Father

to clearly hear their plaintive cries

I suspect

that there must be necessity even in the

ranks of evil

yet I fear not what man can do deliberately

nor otherwise

for with all his festering hate and wretched

vices a bound

his bitter rage over whatever the conflicting

state

is not my blunder's remorse

yet I still can feel the very loss of his

tethered soul

his spirits wrenching

only becomes

farther torn with each additional self

deception

and this convinces me

'Faith's Efforts'

can never come too late

in short

hope lives

long and well

in even the most ignorant and hopeless

of men

and their private dreams often stand in

lieu of prayers that they themselves

are simply too afraid to pray

thank all that is good

that the Lord is Just in his reading of all

men's hearts

that is what saves some of these same men

lots of times.....................

(Dec. 7, 1998)