We Stir

Gentle souls do not always survive in this often brutal world.  Many escape behind their imaginations, their dreams of peace, and their love for one another.  They leave this world in a way others might find cowardly, yet they leave and leave they must.  Life relentlessly shoves us into a corner of bigotry one from which we cannot escape, a corner guarded by an unforgiving vulture. We are doves.  Doves cry for peace but often the cry like a fractured echo returns unrequited.