The Word

Legend tells of a dark-winged bird
That sings for solace a single word:
"Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal."
Like a lunatic lording over the sterile land with laughter
Or the would-be saint's renunciation of a laughing God,
This bird's word was chosen for him
And so he has mastered the speaking of it.
Whether he was betrayed or was himself the betrayer,
No one can say.
Never taking wing, he does not return
And he does not leave.
No reconciliation and no escape can save him.
Just the word.
"Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal."
Not tears, not laughter.
No pause in his incantation
But to die, or taste the worm.

Hope

One tiny droplet of hope is like a thousand springs for the soul. 

It sustains the will through a journey of a thousand treacherous miles

And delivers vindication even to those who are chained.

Dialogue Between Two Intellectuals (As Overheard by a Common Idiot)

David: You know, Charles, I heard the most interesting thing about the War of Blah Blah Blah today. It’s supposedly been proven that the Blah Blah Blahs came to Blah Blah Blah in search of Blah Blah Blah, and when they didn’t find it they Blah Blah Blahd and Blah Blah Blahd.

Charles: Really? How fascinating. Did the Blah Blah Blahs know that the Blah Blah Blahs had no intention of Blah Blah Blahing?

David: That is unclear, but we do know that they Blah Blah Blahed the very nature of Blah Blah Blah before they undertook to Blah Blah Blah, and that Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah.

Charles: How intriguing. I do wonder what ever happened with the Blah Blah Blahs. They were so very Blah Blah Blah.

Be silent.

Be silent. The breath knows its way to God.