Naive

now it's so hard to separate 

my disappointments from his name. 



because shadows stretch behind the truth, 

where stained glass offers broken clues 

and fear ties knots and pulls them tight. 

it leaves us paralyzed. 



but in the end such tired words will rest. 

the truth will reroute the narrow things they've said. 

the marionette strings will lower and untie 

and out of the ashes, love will be realized. 



God knows that we've been naive 

and a bit

nearsighted to say the least. 

it's broken glass at children's feet 

that gets swept aside unexpectedly.