It doesn’t
even matter.
Our soul,
when we won’t give up
after we
cannot stand.
The fierce
fire matters-
the battle
to the death for something right,
to fight against
the impossible
because somewhere,
you have
caught hold of that spark
of infinite
possibility.
When power
fires, pulsing through human veins,
when the
underdogs rise,
propelled by
visions above
base humanity.
When a heart
gives what a human couldn’t-
mercy.
When love
overcomes fear and hate,
when sins
are forgiven and hearts change,
this is what
we live for.
For the
power we have
to bring
heaven to Earth,
to change
the fate of innocent souls,
to bring joy
to those who might have
suffered from lack of it,
had we held
our peace.
Not
justice-no, justice never saves.
Mercy-mercy
changes lives,
mercy is the
hand when all else is gone.
When broken
hears forsake themselves, and bleeding, love.
We live for
the joy that strikes us to the bone,
for the
angels that speak to nothing
but the
soul,
for the
times that our souls are touched by God,
and we give
Heaven to someone else.
We are made
by none other than moments of purity-
pure humanity,
divine humanity.
This, this
is what matters-
for better
or for worse-
to hear the
people sing.
July 20, 2013
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