By our end
All are promised
Nothing
But the good one does
Seeking answers,

Missing life’s point
Asking questions
Whose mystery
Holds
Why we love –

A journey so clear
After dying
In God’s bare arms
Which show
Pity

Based on acts
Long committed
Before knowing
How sin
Always fails

By this negligence
Finding success
Or accolades
Wrong
Like suggestions

Since men must kill
Working harder
Towards emptiness
Built
On their stash.

What good
Does fear ever bring
When happiness
Stems
From redemption

Built through trust
Learning family
Isn’t blood
But flesh
Humans share?

Only honesty
Offers relief
While pride
Obscures
Better angels.

Surely hope
Reflects
Heaven’s graces
Here where hate
Still distracts.

• J. Pigno