Saturday, April 7, 2012

Greater Need

What is need that is should drive us so far,
That it feeds us with nectar cold and dark,
That it breeds such unwholesome thoughts, mars the
Purity of touch, releases evil's wrought
By the desperation that touched us first:
What is need, this thing? Hutch of fate, bars of
Dreaded hate do bring us to our knees, cart
Us along in a swift and speedy car:
That does end differently than we'd hope.
Is this bending of hopes what we call need?
If so then may chaos reign, for such is the
Day when governed by desperation's speed.
But of the truth that inside remains,
Shall our needs be given holy refrains.

                                                       Greater Need, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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