Aftermath

The impassioned moment’s passed,The fight’s gone out of me;tolerance and hope set inwith a sighand by-and-bythis latest violence,outrage, assault against the heart and soulwill pass–and leave me living still and still possessed of most of what I had; Life goes on sublime,absurd,expects the future stillmakes plans investsand wanders down the middle course again somewhere between the hopeless and the glad. Disappointment gnaws away at faith. Perhaps, because …