It Strives To Make Things Right
by Michael Doyle

Despite what the day brings,
Some of us are simply broken things.
It's not a crime to count on self-defense.
To believe otherwise is simply a false pretense.

A father takes his congregant's confession,
Willingly making his valid concession
That we cannot fix the things that break us in two,
And the ways back are as shallow as they are few.

The look on the prisoner's face is ashen gray.
He'd like to speak, but doesn't know what to say.
The cold of winter makes us suffer.
The life that we know offers no buffer.

We ride hard into the dark night,
A vow of poverty doesn't make betrayal right.
Pride for penance only leads to greed.
Drunken counsel tells how a man in a collar still has needs.

The path traveled is finished before it's begun.
Sometimes life's battles cannot be won.
The world is full of betrayals and denials.
The best of us walk as if we are on trial.

God help us all if we give in to savagery.
The rest we need is something legendary.
We surrender our freedoms to form a government.
Doubtlessly, few would call this a real improvement.

The gain we seek is the guidance needed
To questions, even the angels would have pleaded.
Being worthy of our gravest concerns
As to how little truth there is left to discern.

There's an ocean in a drop.
There's a hope that will never stop.
There is courage in the darkest night.
It strives to make things right. 

(c) December 29, 2025   Michael Doyle
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