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
