Silence and emergency,
In bludgeoning contrast, clang in discordant unity.
The murderous, winsome sin of vain words
Like a hammer into a child’s birthday cake,
Crushes the crisp dew.
Fresh condensation from heaven
Poluted by shattering humiliation,
The abyss yawns;
And with the crushing of this child,
its monstrous smile,
Gets ready to feed off of this child’s broken heart.
Silenced, yet emerging,
Hope breathes, and pain retreats,
At light breaking through broken glass.
Inner screams, through sigh and powerless frustration,
Answered by prayer and Spirit-filled consolation.
I was unaware,
That the shadows of angels were always obscured by the dark.