Unto the silence of man,
Born mad from hunger:
The upside of nothing,
Wherein all dreams can die.
So fast humiliation comes,
With have-not shoes upon your feet:
When poverty is on your face,
Glass ceilings teach us to hate ourselves.
But I have gleaned from faith,
A power thought lost:
Some deeper strength to fight again,
And use what lessons my tangled past has taught me.
In life there is no salvation,
Only what acceptance brings:
For all that people wish would be,
Miracles never seem to last.
Many pray because they're told,
A God will come to take them home:
And all their days,
They slip away like rain upon the glass.
The real magic simply hides,
Within increments of living:
Like the music of a first embrace,
That sends us dancing home to a private tune.
If only we could look again,
To find the simple truth:
We are all together here and now,
Searching not for God but each other.
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