Turn Off the Lights
when did we forget who we were and where we came from? was it in the jungles of Vietnam black and white blurred? turn off the lights, maybe in darkness we’ll stumble without our eyes we’ll have to rely on mystery where did we go wrong and stray into despair? was it in Dallas in ’63 when the motorcade became a blood parade? turn off the lights, maybe in darkness we’ll stumble without our eyes we’ll have to rely on mystery when did we become so cold blind to our neighbors’ suffering? was it from staring too much at a screen? horrors scroll by until they don’t mean anything turn off the lights, maybe in darkness we’ll stumble without our eyes we’ll have to rely on mystery cut off my arm if it offends thee lord tear out my eyes if they cause me to sin so much to cut and render to ever be whole again somewhere in each of us is still a seed of redemption a deep connection to a universal dream all that we can feel but cannot see what we lost that can set us free when did we lose our soul? what demon possessed us and drove us to sorrow? what made us blind to the hope of tomorrow? leading our children to doom turn off the lights, maybe in darkness we’ll stumble without our eyes we’ll rely on mystery
Posted Tuesday, January 19th 2021
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