When I heard the echoes of the choir I wondered whom they sung to Was it a present loving god Or fading ideals they still clung to Did they sing endless songs to joy Choral anthems of light, rebirth and flowers Were their voices raised to dogma Honoring and preserving structures of power Were they all just howling Like the night’s wolves seeking grace Were they drowning out their thoughts Of the things they would rather never face Or maybe the voices of the choir Include the sum of these things Voices of dreams hopes and desires Blended as the choir sings
Everything was unfortunate About midway through the day The hope you had earlier Didn’t have the wherewithal to stay Whether by genetics and chemistry Or too many drinks the night before Your staring straight ahead Trying to corral your thoughts once more
Your mind jumps from one thing to another Anger, then guilt, then loss Then hunger, then thirst, then nothing Then your past actions and their costs You dwell on it for a while What you did to harm others Words you could have said different At a significant point or time What you did to harm you Were you ignorant to your potential? Were those chances your prime?
Yet . . .
Your considerations are not the now They are not even the past They are a recreation That will drift by and not last
It is difficult to see this As the memory fragments Circle your mind The brain is fastidious in its efforts To create boundaries and bind
The things you owe to yourself Are both significant and unclear They are not gained by rumination They do not grow closer with fear
There is value in a quiet moment With eyes facing toward the now Today might not represent your soul’s meaning But it might just lead to the creation of the how