Goodness

Youth, black and white, yes or no, speak or silence

I hold my breath for peace, for calm, for all that is right

Goodness once defined by order, authority, defined, underlined

A shift of consciousness bows to the moment, the breath defines

Who we are, who we were, where we are going

Goodness is a portrait unfinished, a process unleashed

A place where the divine encounters the ordinary, forgiveness

We fall at the feet of our own making, our deeds portray shame

In the darkness we long for what we could have been

We are alone in our fear, Truth is coveted

Goodness does not hesitate nor hinder

For we, the unfinished, the raw form, the model in making

Suffer as we witness grief, despair, incomplete masks

Why seek to better ourselves when around us a dark shadow beckons?

Goodness is a portrait unfinished, a process unleashed

A place where the divine encounters the ordinary, forgiveness

We fall, we seek, we bow, we resonate; are we capable?

The clock hand moves forward, no change is gained

A decade passes, we remain.