my eyes and saw black as white all grey
            clean as how I felt not how
much I tithed Sunday,
         rich as the hungry sharing their last bites
strong as the weakest among us, the police
                  as human like us.
Victims as examples of what not to be.
Love, as something rare, to share,
   with those I see as enemies more,
than those who know I care,
               grey as the horizon is,    before a beautiful
sun arising, money a commodity,
     humans as beings, truth as gold, love bold standing
above all, there on the altar, I married.