For Ally

Where concrete rivulets ramble, elbows
hold wineries fermented with despair,
seas of imagined hope yet such hellholes,
inebriation doth run like blood fair,

Laying like pigs swimming slop foraging
for nurturement but remaining broken,
their chests musically void the marriaging
tempo searching to enlight life's token,

Life, a dance most men doth take for granted,
a God spoken treasure to be found
whilst being Holy Spirit enchanted
forgiving those who may have caused the wound.

Man truly need hear the music precious
because this world's sins were shouldered by Jesus.