Wishing Well - Theocracy

Concrete and coldness

Cobwebs and chaos

Poison and promises

Liars and lies

Deception falls like ashes from the skies

Intentions and motive lost to distraction

It sometimes seems easier to leave it alone

And sort through the wreckage when the buzzards leave the bones

Empty ruins rumble, wake and come alive

One waits for a rainy day, while there are stories left to tell

One more chose to look away, a penny for the wishing well

Blood in the water the saint and the martyr will stay

Wish away

Watching and waiting

Fearless and faithful

Strength in surrender

Survival and hope

Another taking hold by letting go

One lowly vessel, scarred imperfection

Converging pieces in the master’s design

To work in the potter’s field while there’s still time

Father, night is coming, mercy for the dawn

One waits for a rainy day, while there are stories left to tell

One more chose to look away, a penny for the wishing well

Blood in the water the saint and the martyr will stay

Wish away

Beware — The silence when apathy sets in like a disease

Reliance — On anything that pulls us off our knees

Approval — A vigilance to storm the gates of hell

Refusal — Of sideline lethargy and wishing well

From ashes a vision

Angel of mercy arise

With no action it withers up and dies

Fire — Immortal, the hands of God to touch the face of pain

The loyal — To dust them off and lift them up again

The fervent — A refuge for the broken souls in need

The servant — Unto the least of these as unto me

From vision to action, there’s a new story to tell

When living beyond the wishing well