Minutes of prayer
Before hours of sleep
Maybe this should be
Reversed.
Here in the darkness
There is light.
The sound track tonight
Is rain
Heavier by the moment.
It sounds right
It rings like tears for
Realities deserving of wrenching sorrow
Righteous anger
An unending search for Justice
And his sister, Peace.
A man in his twenties killed by almost 5 shots for every year he lived
A 78-year old gentleman moved by his family from Mexico to live more comfortably his later years
Dead by gunfire
At an Independence Day parade, where
A 2-year old boy becomes in a bloody instant parent-less.
In the darkness here, in the heavy darkness
The heavens weep, without comfort
But in this room, in scant moments of prayer
There is light.
Yet what will the light reveal?
Do I dare to look?
Believe it. 