Don’t Believe ...along the roadside of your belief the advertisers, the marketers, the profiteers of misdirection, the snake oil salesman’s pitch. ...on the cobbled row of wise men those most to be pitied— the sleepers, doubters, skeptics, naysayers, deniers or a certain man’s shadowed hanging form. ...on highways of jeering crowds your bottom line of want midst taunters, tempters, mockers, falsifiers, and weepers— or the drumbeat of beating breasts. ...your cul-de-sac of despair Its bewilderment as companion, perpetual meditation as end or a final resting place for hope. For this, too, was a day the Lord had made for you who believe in ...that narrow lane of immutable, immovable truth, Marys not so contrary and Cyrenes passing by, lilies who spin and toil not, and blackberry winter’s passing. ...dawn, your destination’s end past which stones roll heavy upon the earth and dead among living seek the living among the dead. ...an ending as beginning where listless, lifeless linens lay found while the gardener greets his mourners peering into an empty, cavernous tomb of ceaseless hope.