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Jun 2015
Killing for hate, we have capsized the ship
and desperately breathe the trapped air
before it bubbles to the surface; and while
we struggle for our remaining life the clock
no longer ticks because we are unworthy
of being measured by time; the book of history
no longer records because we are unworthy
of being remembered; the sun no longer rises
or sets because we are unworthy of day or night;
the moon no longer gazes upon us because we
are no longer worthy of its light; the oceans no
longer care to separate the land because we are
unworthy of claiming each continent as islands
of our own; our hearts no longer beat because
we are unworthy of being one before God; our
faith refuses to deliver our prayers because we
are unworthy of a message of hope; but what
remains will be grace counting each bubble as
they disappear one by one knowing that the last
breath will be the one God must choose whether
to honor his promise or start again.
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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