it’s hard to be somebody
who believes. This day and age, especially
the broken and inconvenient lives, like faith,
are trampled. Waste
cans line the streets and overflow, meaningless
now. The fuschia rage wins.
Or so it seems.
Nobody is somebody, after all
when the battle is unseen. Glory,
His truth is marching on. So let’s be quick
to forgive. And pray
for the right to overcome.