Oh ye of little faith
Denying the grqce of forgiveness
Erasing your compassion
And turning in the opposite
Direction of your compass
Who goes there in your Head?
In needier times you shined
And your opened arms were there
Shelter was given
And love was aware
Singled out now from the masses
More a bleached out cartoon character
With no sense of humor
Serious to a fault
As if falling into deep ravines of clamor
Only to find more disheveled scions
Where is your humanity?
Your gusto?
Your character?
You know-the warmth of our
Days in the sun?
Once so perfect
Now flawed
Cold to
Absolute stoic
Like a monolith
In the deepest chill
Of winter
Frozen solid
Forever
Dedicated to:
Sheltered
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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