What reality isn’t illusion,
When the pain is so real.

Slaves to our insecurities,
How much can we heal?

And when we can’t?

When to bear witness is to behold humanity.

Our Depth.
Our Sorrow.

Where do we guide our empty sacrifices?
To God or to ******?

Jesus wept and the people blinked.
God died and no one mourned.

I will be with him in trouble
In all that distress, he too was distressed
Him and not an angel