Nights we cried.
Days we wondered:
We stood around, by a fragile old squeaky bed
And stared at an unwavering dream fall apart;
As another one died just before the day broke.
The news was spread like cremated ashes
Across the fields in eagerness to revive hope,
But the more hopes faded as the word was passed on.
Nights we wondered.
Days we contemplated:
I have heard mothers wail in terror
And mighty men fall on their weary knees,
Contemplating the 'beginning of the end'.
To them this has been the longest night;
A night where both the young and old
Are covered up under a six-feet deep blanket.
Nights we contemplated.
Days we realized:
Eternity has never been closer. Life has never been shorter.
The human spirit has never been so troubled;
Troubled by the silence that kills behind the days.
Everybody has been keeping 'it' a secret,
Others have been shyly, yet aggressively arrogant.
Arrogant towards 'them' because they have 'it'.
'It' could be you! 'It' could be me!
Nights we realized
Days we felt:
We've lost many in the darkest night of causalities.
Lovers died. Hopes died. Dreams died. Faith died. God is alive.
Will we die too? Will the shame overcome the will to survive?
Will we accuse 'them' of ignorance because they have 'it'?
Together we should stand before the Son in anticipation;
In anticipation of the rising of the sun over the darkest night.
Love never fails. Hope never dies. Dreams are revived. Faith Overcomes.
Let us love, hope, dream and have faith in God to fight AIDS as one.