One can appeal to reason,
To science, natural law, or first held fact.
Another to hope, faith, love
A dignity and conscience inscribed,
in the Divine spark of newborn eyes.
Speak the words only,
of society’s past and present, rising and falling in epochal reflection.
Shadows of what could have been and echoes
of laughter that never was.
A symphony of voices ceasing
offer no justice to the violent, bloody act.
Hearts don’t change through politics.
Minds don’t embrace love through indignation.
Yet in a child’s smile, the random acts of spontaneous joy
A mother’s embrace at two, fifteen, and yes,
Even twenty four years olds like.
Perhaps in these flickers they will see. Perhaps you will see
The reason for why I proudly call myself