Wishing well

Concrete and coldness
Cobwebs and chaos
Poison and promises
Liars and lies

Deception falls like ashes from the skies
Intentions and motive lost to distraction
It sometimes seems easier to leave it alone
And sort through the wreckage when the buzzards leave the bones
Empty ruins rumble, wake and come alive

One waits for a rainy day, while there are stories left to tell
One more chose to look away, a penny for the wishing well
Blood in the water the saint and the martyr will stay
Wish away

Watching and waiting
Fearless and faithful
Strength in surrender
Survival and hope

Another taking hold by letting go
One lowly vessel, scarred imperfection
Converging pieces in the master's design
To work in the potter's field while there's still time
Father, night is coming, mercy for the dawn

One waits for a rainy day, while there are stories left to tell
One more chose to look away, a penny for the wishing well
Blood in the water the saint and the martyr will stay
Wish away

Beware - The silence when apathy sets in like a disease
Reliance - On anything that pulls us off our knees
Approval - A vigilance to storm the gates of hell
Refusal - Of sideline lethargy and wishing well

From ashes a vision
Angel of mercy arise
With no action it withers up and dies

Fire - Immortal, the hands of God to touch the face of pain
The loyal - To dust them off and lift them up again
The fervent - A refuge for the broken souls in need
The servant - Unto the least of these as unto me

From vision to action, there's a new story to tell
When living beyond the wishing well