Hear the silence

On my face...

are stories youve heard before
but in a different light
whose wrinkles arent the same
as anothers lifeless fight

(and in the face of others)

I see suffering eyes
and hearts that yearn
for something to hold onto
desperately-trying to learn

(still in the faces of some)

I see hate and regret and bitterness
whose ears turn to empty fillings
throughout the years of
yelling and fighting
resounding over the love of the One true giver
screaming and denying
the truth of the One who delivers
helpless and dying
yet still not believing in
the One who is The Forgiver

of all the past wrongs
giving us a home to belong to
of all the future failings
though undeserving as we
of all the internal questioning
now able to know our purpose
because without Him, we have no purpose.