“The pale of life hold the most color.”
Not all wars are visible
the paled battles are the most vicious.
Not all tears reach the ground
some turn into rain drops
watering the earth.
Hunger is gray begins in overfeeding
turns the stomach into poverty.
Most voices are poor,
turned into paintings
sold as art to the highest bidder.
Faith can be empty and full of self righteousness ignorant to the capabilities of a lower nature,
Oh blind of heart
bleached of sight
do you not know?
every leaf falls to the ground and must wither that the tree continue to grow.
The pale of life hold the most color,
unaffected by the rising tides
never to wither
finds growth in the storm
changing her seasons.