Broken Wings (A Poem)

My friends and lover, they do declare

This is the truth, this is what's fair

They hold tight to their loss of self

While I cling to my faith, my inner wealth

"Whatever suits you, dear," they say

And yet, I cannot help but sway

How can they bear to believe in such things

And not shatter like a bird with broken wings

I grieve for their reluctance to believe

To open up and let Love retrieve

What keeps them from seeing a God above

Who created and died for us in love

"It's their choice, their slice of pie"

They say, but I cannot help but sigh

Their slice will end with death's dark door

And they will be lost forevermore.