Sunday Reflection

Beside the enormity of evil
words pale,
dwarfed
by that which leers
and laughs
at them,
assuring their authors
that no one,
no one,
will ever
believe them. 
In this way,
evil often becomes
fiction.  

Prayers,
prayers . . . 
in such cases, perhaps only
prayers
will do.

One

Addiction --

weeping wound

at the juncture of time and space

where "never"

collides with

"now." 

The angels

rush to gather 'round,

heads bowed,

bathing the wound

in their tears,

drenching the soul

with their prayers. 

And the world hurts

in unknowing sympathy,

because this

one

suffers so.