Sometimes marveling at the sheer inhumanity

Trembling in fear from the fierce intensity

Of things we humans do to each other

Things so wrong, instead of loving one another

Trapped in a tear of our making

It leaves me petrified and soul shaking

Wondering how we can be such fools

Instead of living by that blessed golden rule

Some offer up only tears for the dying

I more often offer mine for those living and crying

Those are my heroes, those daring to live

Never breaking despite the trials life often gives

Finding our peace is such that we make

Most often equal to the love that we make