The birth of March brought spring flowers in bloom
but the vivid colors mocked their gloom.
The child’s portrait darkened upon the wall
still the memory refused to fade.
I began to ponder the injustice to it all
as time progressed and I grew in age.
When I was young there was a song I sang for a God I once knew
but evil is real and children die
and I don’t have the answer as to why.
The certainty of his power his promise no longer true.
While I struggled to condemn my new found doubt
the praise of his glory turned to ashes in my mouth.
With tousled hair pushed back in decorative lace
The family dressed her up for her final trip.
They circle around her giving their last grace
remembering a girl who once believed in pixie dust and flying pirate ships.
As I watched this unfold I asked myself, if it’s possible to be victims to circumstance
then why put us on this earth and give us a chance?
When they lowered her tiny casket into the ground
the last image of her was of a lifeless color gone from her cheeks.
The Mother and Father cried out to the heavens for an answer to be found but in their grief
he did not speak.

Fates romance with circumstance.
That is the dance.
The balance of dark desires brought into light.
The push and pull of Gods holy might.
But if all the planets were a lined
with fate and destiny intertwined
would there be any need to repent for this deceiving playful heart of mine?
If all my days are set out before me engraved into a stone so magnificent
Would my sins still be accounted for? Should I be in search for ways to atone? Is it significant?
Was my path decided for me with Adam and Eves curse already written in the stars?
Inside the unblemished gardens at peace unaware could that be worse than the knowledge of individual thought that makes us who we are?
When Adam and eve ate from the tree they became tempted by the snake’s eloquent voice
But if the fall of man was always meant to be then were they truly given a choice?
If nothing is real nothing is for certain and there is nothing to advance
Why were we put on this earth and given a chance?
The balance of dark desires brought into light.
The push and pull of Gods holy might.
Fates romance with circumstance.
That is the dance.

You expose my flaws
Blame me for my own distress
Then say, "I love you."