It’s the fear
That keeps me believing
Despite what proof
Remains distant
Knowing prayer feels numb
Seeming needy
Even if an answer
Should come

Just begging out loud
For some more
Still seeking God’s hand
Always missing
While watching faith die
On these smartphones
Letting wars wage on
Without help

Going live now soon
Gaining viewers
Seeing hate take sides
So persistent
Until every last soul
Can’t distinguish
Which evil has won
Over good

Like a relative voice
Casting doubts
Since shedding its truth
Always changing
Sending echoes across
Gaping chasms
Between crumbling worlds
Falling in

Where emptier voids
Swallow whole
Such miracles lost
Facing demons
Who resemble their own
Fleeing darkness
Judging humans by blood
Sadly shared

Deep beneath this flesh
Growing raw
After fighting ourselves
Never caring
How all life’s creeds
Demand service
Rewarded through love
We attempt.

• J. Pigno