there are
more
dead
than alive
on
battlefields
so
many martyrs
rushing to death
to
save souls
lost
long
before
the battle began
but
blind belief
as
all
belief
has to be
since
belief
has no foundation
in
reality
it’s just
an undocumented
immigrant
outside the borders
of
reason
settling
wherever
there
is
a vacant heart
those
homeless encampments
thirsty
for
hope’s pure waters
said to flow
from
the fountain
of
youth
or
perhaps
the concept caves
of
rebirth
that
eternal existence
that can
shun
the coldest
of
death’s frosted earth
for
it is said
that the soul
rises
before
entering the grave
so
what use
were those bells
were
they for
just nonbelievers
who were
prematurely
ushered
into
the void
not
having a chance
to
declare
tho
hesitantly
their belief
in
the wonderland
of
afterlife
but
who is to say
since
no one
has
stepped forward
from
their crypt
to
provide
any
testimony
tell me what will happen to all the dreams stranded on the side of life’s road tell me will anyone find them gather them up and carry them into tomorrow
how has time changed you what dreams have you forgotten or abandoned leaving empty spaces in your heart and mind seen by some as a far away look or just plain emptiness that you cannot explain to those who ask is there something wrong a question rarely answered in truth just the typical offering of empty platitudes things are fine nothing to worry about couldn’t be better or some other verbal detour from the truth served up with a practiced smile but closing your eyes you can see that empty space but you decide to move on into the new day without what’s been missing for so long
there’s an unevenness to life causing our unsteady gait as we travel through our lifetime oh we can map out the smallest details but nothing ever goes as planned the terrain changes around us as if manipulated by some unseen force or perhaps random quakes from the earth beneath us the cause really doesn’t matter just how one regains their footing
as if things weren’t bad enough a pandemic leaving blank page days as the daily fare a forced diet of silence it’s not that i crave wordy desserts piled high with nonsensical phrases of sweet compliments or mundane platitudes used to fill the empty void of uncomfortable social silence no what i’m concerned about are the mind locked people sitting alone well stranded at home with nothing more than netflix or appletv as their companion as entertaining as that may be it isn’t a substitute for feeling the pulse of another human either kinesthetically or metaphorically through their eyes no it’s father mckenzie writing words of a sermon no one will hear nor care about it’s the sadness of forced solitude where even the start of the new day offers little hope
Read Between the Minds 