Why, I ask
More than I like,
Do I still believe
in Love?
Why, I ask
More than I like,
Do I still believe
in God?
When…
Honesty
feels like weakness,
Forgiveness
like more pain,
Selflessness
like being sucked dry.
Why, I ask,
Do I still believe
In Character
In Goodness
And Love
When Humans
seem so broken?
I believe, I say,
Because I see the Angels
In my Child’s eyes,
I feel the calming touch
Of Nature’s breeze,
I hear the sorrow
In Humanities cries,
And I’ve met a fellow
Warrior for Love.
I know I’m not alone,
She is real and kind
and beautiful,
Her name like an angel
is Meron.