Tuesday, July 10, 2007
We could sit and stare at the cruelty of it all.
We could stop and hurt at every pain we feel.
I choose to find a way to laugh at them.
It's better to find a cure rather than to mourn.
I will be dirt free.
Flowers will bloom in the desert.
We still live.
Tainted child, learn well from the consequences.
No more will you be the joke.
No more the fool.
Jesus take the wheel.