the devils and divines

She was lonely from the outset
pushed aside and pulled apart
by the visions she had conjured
and the nature of her heart
always wandering and wondering
and falling for the lines
of the lovers and the liars,
the devils and divines.

Finding solace in suggestion
and silence in the crowd
where the voices that would haunt her
could no longer seem so loud
that they'd drive her to surrender
and remember what she'd lost
not a prelude to pretender
but a magic trinket tossed.

We can grow beyond our boundaries
we can feel beyond our means
when we find our way is brambled
between here and placid greens
where we would lay in pure contentment
if we could but find our way
and be happy for the hour
and like children, dare to play.

But we live in a world colding.
With the angry and the bent.
And our are torn to pieces
before the valentine is sent.
We are more than our adjustments
to this black and bitter sphere.
We are grace that places precious
all the truths that dare draw near.

She was lonely from the outset
pushed aside and pulled apart
by the visions she had conjured
and the nature of her heart
always wandering and wondering
and falling for the lines
of the lovers and the liars
the devils and divines.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Just glad I had paper handy when this one arrived. Dedicated to a lost friend. All happiness and joy to all of you. Selah.