Fruitless to hope for
a pool of calm in my core
with roiling ancestors
blood on my door.
No remnants of Eden
among flags of the Earth.
No respite from chaos around me,
for Cacophony lives in my genes.
Foolish searching for anything,
save for the Peace
the world neither gives
nor can take away,
coming down from that
Holiest Place in Heaven
where,
I pray,
forgiven
by Faith,
I shall dwell,
someday.
Poems by Ken 