One Way Or Another

Sitting in a quiet room quietly listening Thinking creating a happy ending Distant sounds yes every day sounds Voices some loud and angry some laughing I never heard the sound of bombs or bullets or screams But on this numbered page a diary of sorts My everyday story is written Whether on paper or the script in my memory The ending can arrive any moment Somebody else will write that One way or another I never heard the sound of bombs or bullets or screams But I have heard words that wound the soul kill the spirit Sung over and over again Like stumbling over lyrics of a song We throw stones some small some larger yet “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” No one remained they left one by one and Jesus stood up and asked Where is everyone? Not all kisses have the same purpose Judas kissed Jesus So easy to hate so hard to love harder to forgive Frank Black Blacharczyk March 20 2022