There is a certain vanity
that fosters all calamity.
It feeds the heart of stone,
which is haunted and alone.
I stand on shores where lives were lost
to the value of a selfish cost.
I wonder where the seas will lead,
and will they fill love's endless need.
The waves rush in, tossed and wild.
They can't ignore white-washed beguile.
Chains will bind to build a wall
for ones who pursue their propelled fall.
Where is the love that holds the soul?
I believe the world ruptured the whole.
Unto the night I plead my case,
and file complaint without a haste.
I wash my hands and cleanse my heart.
I open doors that beg a start
of life, and hope, and love, and song.
I dance because my faith is strong.
Absolution of a life so blind.
Forgiveness for the troubled mind.
Foolishness the world will speak.
The word of life is all I seek.
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Christine Bowen is a published author. Her books include Be the Storm, Inside the Wind, which was the 2014 Book of the Year in Uganda, Africa, and Rockin' the Recipes with Chris. Christine is the lyricist and percussionist for the rock band, True Witness, www.truewitness.com. Christine is a public speaker. She writes and speaks on truth, hope, and love. Christine resides in Atlanta with her husband and family. You can catch up with Christine on her website, www.christinebowen.org.