the aware of your disengage...

if you can scroll social media and sign off feeling indifferent -
if you can listen to voices spewing denigration -
if you can turn your head away from behavior of injustice -
congratulations,
you are the problem.
shh...
no excuse for voice of explanation.
silence of unaffected chosen or voice of implied allegiance.
truth of unconcern,
far less painful attack then deceit of contrived collaboration...

we,  (sometimes)

we sometimes, stand alone.
unable to offer our heart,
much less our hands.

we sometimes feel,
removed from companion to necessary -
transparent - just outside the fringe of need.

we sometimes,
merely - exist.

is it then,
when stumbling over could have been,
we commiserate with cant?
embrace unable?
isolate our selves from can?

if that be the case -
if choosing failure as punctuation to the statement of our us,
what then?
surely the world will not stop turning.
regardless the light-less dark of the blackest night,
the sun will rise again.
we were not born into a world of supposition.
our fate,
never decided by rolling dice or mediums reading palms.

we sometimes find accommodation with our pain -
begin to understand the blessing of life in its absence.
and once we realize the value of letting go,
the closer we find ourselves being held...

tonight i shared treasured conversation with angels - without wings.
or at least ones i could not see.
tonight i offered words of consolation.
opened doors of compassion.
sat in silent gardens of prayer for intercession -
realized the most important gift i could ever receive,
was already mine.
comfort -
peace undefined -
grace i could never afford,
offered from the God of all creation -

tonight i lost baggage of indecision -
walked out of my past -
one foot in front of the other,
singing in my heart sweet song of hallelujah -
unafraid of my journey's ending,
aware each breath could be -
my last...