beacons of light

They are weeping, they are down on their knees, and they are blinded by this final black cloud of bitter smoke. The separation is now at its strongest, out in the streets, in the houses, in the hearts, raging forces seek to control, they are desperate to stay, and they seek to confuse everyone.

There is much anger and fear, there is desperation and despair seeping out and trickling over the charred earth like an oil slick lining the shores.

The prayers are always answered, down the angels come like beacons of light in this black of night.