Ignoring it, to go away,
is like white noise that has its say.
Closing eyes in time to sleep,
a constant nag, pounds to its beat.
Pain of the past; choices compel
dark shadows cast, and overwhelm.
Betraying self; of innocence,
of belonging to a Holy Essence.
Who judges choices causing pain,
when seeking paths of pleasure and gain?
He, Most High, failed by body consecrate:
a people who call names indiscriminate
and refuse to include and look with tilted head
at all who are … different;
raise a finger, and turn away,
counsel on alter of legal sway.
In stony ground, rocks picked and lobbed,
seen in eyes, of a murderous mob.
Now, isolate, alone, held to a tree
in Love, He silenced pain. Not me!
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