The Broken

I do not need to tell you of the woes of this world 

for they are your birthright 

To be destroyed by the very thing you loved the most 

unjustly accused 

simply by appearances and perceptions of

shallow water

Never judged, 

nay just executed

How could that ever be trusted Again?

Beloved Dove, how indeed

Yet you died 

so we could  believe in your courage

Your covenant 

Some may say foolishly 

As I look around the world today

And I can not fathom why 

the depth of which you loved

Of which you loved us

Your lambs are wolves and hyenas

 

So lost in the depths of disparity 

Empathy

Chaos

Beloved dove

You are my breath so tenderly drawn 

Sun, Moon, and star lit skies.

You've always loved the broken ones 

most.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

Wordsworthian in it's tenderness (" I Wandered lonely as a Cloud") but denoting the salt of perpendicular wickedness that we believers take our burdens to the cross. And this is why I started feeding the birds that come and sing in the trees in my yard. Because there's a reservoir of breath left among us. Lovely/ dana.

[Corset]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been terribly Rushless
for far too long! Welcome back my friend!!!!!!!!!!!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What a hard core poem. when betrayed by a loved one there is no sugar coating it.

[Corset]

Thank you R&R

[Ken Simm.]

The dove should be known and venerated by everyone. But isn't. I find this poem very truthful, beautiful and empathic.

[Corset]

Thank you Ken