Inquisitive Messenger

As brackish tears begin to flow

Through tracks upon my angry skin

Horizon bound through greyest skies

Final dandelion seed drifts within

I stare alone through reddened eyes

A crown of thorns that pierces deep

My memory now tenderly provides

The melancholy ghosts within my sleep

As passing days no simple comfort brings

A choice to sleep perhaps to dream

My heavy heart aches to understand

The Divine brutality of such things

Just as my faith is almost consumed

An Inquisitive messenger news does bring

Confirmation within its spirited eyes

Its presence alone heavenly comfort supplies

As once the thorns it did remove

From man’s salvation nailed on high

For me my grief it helps release

This carrier of souls. This little friend of mine