An Experiment

We are among the last in this experiment of living

coffin ready paradise aimed

straining to regain what the pain has taken away

These are tough times

but damn sure so are we

regardless of where these times take us

You deserve the time to be taken to be told

you are known, loved and seen

in the absence of shame

in the presence of peace

To be loved is to survive

To love is to heal

To do both is to be permanently altered

To be truly changed 

is to stare tough times right in the eyes

knowing they will blink first

We’re already prepared for the best of times

because we fell in love at their worst

That which you’ve fallen in love with

does exist

It isn’t a myth

And if it doesn’t just split

in the fog or the mist 

then it can feel more real

when we need those feelings most

in our chaotic catastrophic midst

in the thick of the thicket

to the height of pure bliss

We were built for these times

for we knew deep down they were coming

Written in our DNA by the scripts of our films

the lyrics of our songs

and the codes of our creation

Looking over the landscape to proclaim

I can’t support this

Looking inwardly to the mindscape to say

It has gone too far

Looking to the ancient texts

for the good news

because the nightly report is

Simply too much for our hearts

Although these words are not enough

standing alone to make a difference 

they at least let you know

where it is that I stand

so that you may better make

an informed decision 

as to where you will

when the future comes over the horizon

to meet us where we’re at

laying down demands

trying to understand

lending a helping hand where we can

For I’m not one to hold a grudge 

any longer than I absolutely must

I’ll never be the judge

but the redemption arc I’ll trust

There’s a lot more coming 

than what we’ll leave behind

and what’s on its way

will be worth all the seeking

when we finally find 

We hold each other now

In anticipation of when it arrives

embracing one another getting stronger 

holding on longer 

than our will to survive sometimes

Through our hands pass the sands of time

grasping to hold rather than sift

“We are” carries more weight than simple I’m 

Yet I’m contributing to the collective gift

These gifts we give sourced within

help to knock the dust off our souls

as the experiment of living begins again

rather than ending before we are whole