Tumble Down, Glory
Pity flows downhill
but hope needs a stepladder.
Emotions tumble dry
on concrete mesas
away from cooling shade.
One life forgets struggles
of its past incarnations,
wastes time on trifles.
Take a knee for yesterday.
Judgment is a trap door to hell.
Loud celebration of fireworks
mocks desolation of bombs.
The crooked shall be made straight.
Wrest away worry. Tears wash ashore.