Sunday, December 16, 2018

THE GREATEST OF THESE


Our lives are built on sand.
And, yet, I am sure,
Love remains,
Hope persists,
Faith sustains.
The shimmering cross
Shines like a distress beacon
On an everstanding rock.
But, oh, so few can see it,
Amidst the toxic garbage
And the sickly flowers*,
Masking permutations of manipulation,
As postmodern clichés fill the hours,
Verbalised by imposters.

* With apologies to the late Leonard Cohen

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