The world we knew is at an end
and I fear what lies ahead,
for there's an evil doth portend
when civil grace is dead.
I'm told I must rise up in malice,
destroy my neighbour's traitor-heart;
but in drinking from this poisoned chalice
it's I who'm torn apart.
Is there a way we yet might save
ourselves from this benighted fate,
or are these passing years the grave
of a good recognized far too late?
If I care not to cede the victory
a kinder world must start with me.
Music from the Grass Roots, with Temptation Eyes. Apropos nothing, but I like the song, and hope you will, too.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.