April 2, 2019 - August 27, 2021

How Must Heaven Weep

“I hate you!”

they scream

“I hope you die!”

screamed at a stranger

to one unknown

off to one side I look on

endlessly troubled

luxuriously dispassionate

their abhorrence of Life

it is their problem

it is not mine

but I do wonder about them

how can life hold pleasure

without knowing Joy

how can they have life

without knowing Love

how must Heaven weep

that the Joy so freely given

is so callously ignored

that the Love it gives to all

is thrown aside for hate