The Good

 

The Good,

has been hard to

see lately.  You have to squint

your eyes to make sure

it is there.

 

It comes into focus

like some Magic Picture,

barely discernable from

the dizzying dots across

the image.

 

The Good,

buried under rubble,

covered in darkness and

dirt, lost in the backdrop

of horrors.

 

The darkness in the

hearts of men,

makes my heart heavy,

with agonizing grief,

looking for the Good.

 

It is there though,

slightly ignored,

corrupted to mean different

things to different people,

rather than a moral Good.

 

The Absolute Good,

the unquestionable Good,

children’s happy laughter

or a rainbow after heavy rains,

the Good in life and nature.

 

Obscured in murky black

spiral smoke of fires and

twisted in hateful speech,

The Good, begging, searching

for its place.

 

I hope we can find it

soon.  And feel the warm sun on

our sickly faces.

And see The Good, Be the Good,

I know we can be.