Hold on

Where stillness 

Of remembrance lies

The whisper of hope


Do not let your arms

Grow weary

Of holding on



Do not fade so soon

The branches cried

Reaching higher


The moon obliged

An ounce of compassion 

All at once the preacher sang

Ne’er in the face of Glory

Stand to tell your lies

Carry yourself like a dog

Whipped,forsaken and shameful

For you are transgressed

And raised not to heaven

For who shall worry your soul

And who can bare your weight

The sweat poured off his brow

As his words traveled high

Trying reach  a God

Who resides in a much humbler place

And can whisper a change 

With love 

To  unite a tattered soul

With just an ounce of compassion