Petulant priests, greedy centurions, and one million incensed gestures stand between your love and me. — Maya Angelou

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 mend.And that one is my love.

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.

We grow despite the

horror that we feed

upon our own

tomorrow.

We grow.