if i had all
the secrets
of the world
perhaps i'd know
why people build
ice sculptures
perhaps i'd know
why people cry
when they finish
watching movies
perhaps i'd know
why grown men
who know better
seek profit
from the slaughter
of the planet
they grew up on
perhaps i'd know
why people
let themselves fall
for people who
want nothing good
for them
perhaps i'd know
why i used
to find comfort
in the sight
of my own blood
perhaps i'd know
why people
put all their hope
in things that will
never last
but i do know this
people love the stars
because they never leave
they stay there,
glistening and listening
and at the end of the day
isn't that
what we all want?
to be listened to?
to be loved?
and i do know
that sometimes
when people cry
they hide
so that people
won't be burdened
by their sorrow
and i do know
or, at least,
i hope,
that even
the worst of people
have a piece of goodness
in their hearts
even if it's buried
even if most people
never see it
even if it's the tiniest
sliver of light
after all,
the smallest of sparks
is capable of taking away
the absoluteness
of darkness
and isn't that something
worth celebrating?
i don't know much
but i do know
that when
God sees us,
He sees the darkness
He sees the hate
He sees the fear
He sees the mistakes
He sees the regrets
but
He sees light, too
in fact,
He brings it
sometimes,
in the form of the smallest
of candles
but always there
and that
is what makes Him
worth worshipping
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SUNFLOWER BABY
Poetry"but we kept secrets from time, and I saw constellations in your smile . . . " [[ a series of poems ]]
