Wednesday, November 11, 2009

transitory



“It won’t be pretty when they cut the tether
sometimes you lose your address
to find your shelter.

Why is joy something I must steal?

Starving skeletons looking for a meal.
Out in the graveyard the church bells peal
Earth has no sorrow, heaven can’t heal.”

~ Bill Mallonee and the Vigilantes of Love, Earth Has No Sorrow Heaven Can’t Heal


















3 comments:

lissa said...

thoughts are transitory but writing them down don't always does it justice, I do like the idea of journaling but never did got into it. you're quite good in your words and ways to preserve what's passed and even what's to come

Strikethru said...

Unforced gladness indeed. I've worked for years to see the light side of things, and believe in goodness in the face of much contrary evidence. Ah, optimism is a challenge, no matter your blessings. Why is that so?

speculator said...

Good question, strikethru.
Might it have to do with our no-news-is-good-news culture, and how easy it is to get swept into identifying wrongs?