Wednesday, July 4, 2012


My theory is that evil is the lack
Of happiness derived from feeling love,
Which turns a grieving soul from white to black,
Making a raging raven of a dove.

So deep our need is to be cherished well
That when we’re not, the gates of burning hell
Fly open and our demons rage pell-mell,
Frenzied and reckless in a wicked spell.

What cure, if any, can assuage this rage,
Redeem a sinner from atrocious sin
And lock such evil in a sober cage?
To go back to the place where we begin.

     For hearts once black with hate may be unstained
     And Paradise, though lost, again regained.