I remember the day;

            The first day,

Holding you in my heart.

Cold as the brine of the world,

The knowledge of your coming

Offered warmth for my soul.

The first time holding you in my arms,

Outside; cold, ice, snow;

But inside your beauty all aglow.

Leaving my cold heart melted

In a pool which reflects only

The innocence of your love.

My reflection is no longer mine;

All I view is because of you.

Too many years, too much history,

Before viewing your view.

We live now through the glaze

            Of your blaze,

All wrought in the haze.

In this land of naught,

            Null and void our after thoughts.

The coldness of the world;

Too much for your little heart to conquer.

God, seen everywhere we look,

Offers us no response.

Our hope diminished,

We reproach the finish.

In due respect to our gracious host,

Our calamity question remains.

Trapped by a world of lies we seek justice.

We realize, too late, justice is but abstract;

Created by the acclimated reality which the

Unconscionable lies produce.

Praying for God to expose the unconscionable;

They receive full reward.

Refusing to become unconscionable,

            Our despair thickens.

Seeking truth, living truthful;

Offers no advantage any longer.

The promise of a better tomorrow fades

            Into the acclimated reality of yesterday.

So thankful of your love, your light,

your warm little heart;

so sorry the cold bitterness of the world

would not let us be.

By David A. Semans © 8/1/2003