04/24/2026
To My Love:
To my love, I want to say,
My heart still bleeds upon the day.
Stolen from me, taken away—
A blade dug deep, no words to say.
Lies were told, charges drawn,
Biased intent before the dawn.
Convictions hung upon the cross,
No way out—only loss.
In the darkness, truth turns to light,
But speaking from the shadows
will not help your plight.
Days are hell, teeth gnash with pain,
Cries for help are made in vain.
The path is dusty, the water nigh,
Your bones all ache, your mouth is dry.
Spirit guides through turmoil and the flame—
Your best bet, to play the game.
Once the trial is said and done,
That’s when you and Creator
finally become one.
Until that day, to see it through,
One must lift the veil
and say, “I do.”