I have need of a friend.There is one and only one who will give the air from his failing lungs for my body's… — Maya Angelou

Visit us again, Savior.Your children, burdened with

disbelief, blinded by a patina

of wisdom,

carom down this vale of

fear. We cry for you

although we have lost

your name.

Petulant priests, greedy

centurions, and one million

incensed gestures stand

between your love and me.

We grow despite the

horror that we feed

upon our own

tomorrow.

We grow.