When the Prophets Hide

When the Prophets Hide

Shave my head,
Sackcloth and ashes…
Feeling so dead,
As our life crashes.

Worlds collide,
And meaning is lost.
The prophets hide;
They can’t risk the cost.

Where angles
Will not even glance,
Our fate dangles;
We must take the chance.

All to lose,
And little to gain.
What we can choose,
Won’t avoid the pain.

We can’t win,
Just hedge our loses.
We can prevail,
Bearing our crosses.

What we hold
Deep down in our souls,
Is what we hold
Not to lose our souls.

It is not about
Being in the right.
It’s not just about,
Who will win the fight.

It’s about
Standing tall,
And walking on.

It’s about--
Fly or fall—
Passing it on.