Cast way stones
cast them at the vile places
where men will lie
about the smallest things
things that grow unchecked
separating followers from leaders
criminals from victims
savaged and rent
gaping wounds held open
exposed by reporters
news casters tossing stories
like dice watching their rippling effect
with a sinister delight
tearing down kings and presidents
awarding doubt
never leaving room
for a step back
I’m being punished
for my inability to sort
through the chaos
my ordinary world has become
even my extraordinary brain
is not equipped
to deal with a crystal clear view
of the grand – Everything
so I must let some things fade
parts of life I no longer let touch me
when I can avoid them
now it is time to gather stones together
press the lies under a pile of truth
I want the one day of rest
that God tried to grant
when nothing should happen
a day when there are no stories to tell
nothing to make up
silence and a blank tablet
of clear pages for tomorrow
where only truth
can be carefully recorded
because we will have all taken
a great vow of integrity
and those who want a restart
will be and remain enlightened.
Judith A. Sears
©08/31/2018
it’s kind of an Ecclesiastes sort of thing. jas
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