Blame

Blame

How long must
we go on blaming?

Is it not enough
to observe and to listen
to the gentle rain
that at times
pours itself in
torrents
washing clean
the ‘massacre’ of
innocence—

NO-THING WON
NO-THING GAINED…

A silent voice RISES—
“FORGIVEN.”

The soaked earth
reborn…
drinking in the
freshness of those
who
UNDERSTAND—
WHO grasp
the message calling
for HEARTS to transform.

Beat, beat, beat—
ONLY words of love.

Let blame VANISH…

AND the places we bury
our dead become
GARDENS of Resurrection…

Hope forever held.