hollow-wed

i freeze at the sight

of hollowed eyes in heads

drained of touch and color

blank in magic and passion

but like burnt-out lighthouses

cast emptiness across the paths

of other hollowed heads

hollows, filled with dread

with put-on strengths

and cruel backings of drugs

rage in cold stares and impotent dares

with smothered feelings of the numb

their motored mouths and limbs

press their robotics against the goad

of green-back faces of ink

for the vomiting of self and worth

i wail yet my tears fall dry

upon the un-tilled and barren soil

where Hope might bud a change

but these eyes behold no green

'cept cash and Envy's heated hand

that scorch the sockets of these dead

yet, weeping tears must douse the land

and coax the buried Spirit-seed

to break the crust en-caging it

and trust the Sun to renew eyes

*The cross has always been a symbol of conflict, and a principle of selection, among men.  The Faith tells us that it is by the willed attraction or repulsion exercised upon souls by the Cross that the sorting of the good seed from the bad, the separation of the chosen element from the unutilizable 

ones, is accomplished at the heart of mankind.  Wherever the Cross appears, unrest and antagonisms are inevitable...

It  is perfectly true that the Cross means going beyond the frontiers of the sensible world and even, in a sense, breaking with it. The final stages of the ascent to which it calls us compels is to cross a threshold, a critical point, where we lose touch with the zone of the realities of the senses.  That final "excess", glimpsed and accepted from the first steps, inevitably puts everything we do in a special light and gives it a particular significance...

-Teilhard de Chardin

*...reconciling ones faith with the existence of evil remains one of the primary challenges of believers in many religions.

-G. Willow Wilson