Hard targets

I confess
to being omnipresently
brokenhearted
chosen as a target –
for sorrow…
hard acts to follow
with the fates fiendishly
pulling from the chosen few…
gloriously so
as my people
are low
burdened with a grief
that does not cease
or desist
it proliferates
while pummeling us
with fists of dissension
but we
will not bend
or be forsaken…
epiphanies of fact
as we must be
the best on Earth,
because the Almighty
always seems to pull
from our number.

I don’t profess to understand
and these tears don’t discern.

Don’t slumber on this love
that pumps indelibly
within our veins…
be encouraged
with a warning
that the
Elders gifted me long ago.

That we were gonna need each other
if we were gonna make it.

From their lips to God’s ears
I will not fear
but I will abdicate
the navigation
to a greater power
in the darkest hours
as joy soured
will give
way to
brighter days.