Today, I saw a sunset.
Its fire burned my eyes,
Stark against the darkness
Enveloping me.

Why am I here?
And why should you care?
We never truly listen.

Now the two are one,
Divided by opinion,
No common middle ground.

So, we sit in silence.
Indignation rises,
Fractured realities,
And nowhere left to run.

Three sides to every story—
No place for compromise.
Storms and fires raging—
We are everyone.
In silent resignation,
Nowhere left to run.

It all comes down to God—
Not Messiah,
Not Prophet,
Not Man.

There is but one judgment,
One Accuser,
One Defender.
Let God sort them out—

A promise observed,
So graciously given.
Lessons taught to heal the soul.
The snake’s bitter venom—
“Nothing. Ye are not!”
Echoes of madness,
Twisting in the ear,
Begging for forgiveness.

A judgment laid.
A soul repaid.
Punishment rendered.
A sentence served.
A soul redeemed.
Light softly calls…

It’s autumn here,
And the season whispers—
Misty rains of childhood sorrows,
Softly, gently caressing the soul.
The sweet scent of decay,
Not overbearing,
Dreams, the fodder of youth,
Hopes laid and vanquished.
Those dreams are long gone.
It’s autumn here, and lonely.
Summer has passed.

You made me feel
Worthless,
Less than I am.
Maybe it’s me—
Maybe I’m alone.
Maybe it’s you—
Will we ever know?

We’re sold the big picture,
But life is not returned.
Bound with golden shackles—
The folly of man.

Today, I saw a sunset.
Its fire burned my eyes,
Stark against the darkness
Enveloping me.

Why am I here?
And why should you care?
We never truly listen.

Now the two are one,
Divided by opinion,
No common middle ground.

So, we sit in silence.
Resignation comes,
Fractured realities,
And nowhere left to run.

Three sides to every story—
No place for compromise.
Storms and fires raging—
We are everyone.
In silent resignation,
Nowhere left to run.

It all comes down to God—
Not a Messiah,
Not a Prophet,
Not a Man.

A promise observed,
So graciously given.