In Our Broken World

You can't fix

broken things

with a

hammer,

some things

are a million

miles far

from 

repair,

and every

solution

is a

womb

of 

newborn

problems,

that are 

much more

grand of

size,

that neither

God nor

the universe

has 

answers

to,

as we gaze

at the stars

and ponder

the cure,

and some

folks care

so much 

they pine,

a galaxy

of 

conundrums

from the

birth

of

time,

that never

cease to

perplex

 us 

and tempt

us to 

quit,

and sometimes

apathy

seems like 

a friend,

and so

often

we

forget

that love

is the

most 

efficient 

tool 

there

is

in this

torn

and 

broken

world,

and hope

is the

rope

that keeps

us hanging

in

there,

perhaps 

one day,

we all

will say,

"Miracles shall

never cease."