Ravaging Days

Ravaging days when clouds pale the sun's rays hindering its purpose of existence, the cost. Confusion rises over what is true what should we pursue in these darkened days that have made our face pale when all we think in fact is saving ourselves having stopped to care choosing instead our own comfort. Then we retort pretending there's no heaven or hell, there's no God and if there is doesn't seem He cares... But we haven't really looked we haven't a clue because we didn't knock we choose to mock we haven't really searched perhaps unwilling to face the answers because we know within we would have to make some serious change. And the sun has weakened over the earth crying tears and the moon has turned to blood with the presence of dark clouds the only way to peace the moon's connection with the sea feared by so many but in truth the womb of true life and as the tides rise and the waters advance the earth begins to pray turns to the heavens choosing to believe giving the sun a new gleam purest gold enriching all souls and the water recedes and above, a feast has begun. By Caroline Cécile© 08.30.12