The lithography of life
comes clear after so much time;
the moments wash quickly by,
I fear I may have been purblind.

When to my mother, I
apologize, why a cry?
When to my brother, I
rationalize, why so spry?
When to my friends I beckon,
and my enemies, consent;
to my lover, I threaten
and the apathetic, hearten...

I heard once,
that God is in everyone,
so to everyone I come;
Everyone, I come undone.

Purblind, walk by faith-
and in his namesake
never ever shame,
and absolve the blame.