Saturday, February 11, 2012

echoes


instead 
of sharing 
our gifts
we judge
one another
only revealing 
our own 
inadequacies
instead
of giving
our love
we hoard 
haphazardly 
waiting 
to receive
more
we only deceive
ourselves
more
til the shore no longer
reaches the sea
and the lighthouse
fails to be
a beacon
 of hope
but rather
a grey mound
off of which
the sound of regret
echoes
filling souls
 with empty promises
of revival