the virgin snow
without a mark or track
my canvas stands
pure and clean
still with tension
of my brush
a witness to
and long silence
Edited by traveler (03/13/14 09:57 PM)
How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?...
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails....