by Larry Peterson

CHOICES…

Every minute somewhere
Upon this Earth
Amid chaos and pain
Shadowed by greed and pride
Perfection.

While within so many
Silent screams resonate
And fade unheard
Pain unanswered
Yet each minute
A constant Light
Always there for us to share
Somewhere—The Answer

But—choices
Perfection unbridled
That tells us why
And will let us understand
If we choose to see
this splendid Oblation
A perfect purity
This gift called The Mass

Ignored yet
Somewhere each minute
For us to share
The Answer there
The Perfect Love
But—choices.

copyright 2003Larry Peterson