What Remains?

All this comes ravenous at us.

We can't seem to find a word
that is shaped like a circle,
that uses all the letters in the
words that label us,
and sounds half right.

The people shaped like justice
are not all alike in their intricacies.
And I cry out in protest,
me being a person shaped like peace,
and needing all the letters in justice
to squeeze into my body.
And then we didn't forget faith, truth, grace...
we remembered them.
To our dismay,
we realized that these poles
needed to connect
and all they do is fight
through the long days
until their sleepless continuing
is only the rememberance
that time hasn't stopped yet.

And Oh! How we long for
the kingdom when it will.

After this desecration
we ask ourselves
what remains?

Is it our trust in a vague God?
You may not think vague,
but I beg you to see all sides
and then try to tell me it's clear.