Kirk

"...its been a long December and there's reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last..."

At the concert I couldn't focus.
My head couldn't stop swiveling
Back and forth and all around.
Back and forth and all around.
I thought, "there are so many people here."

An amphitheatre.
A band whose lyrics make little sense but haunt you.
An abundance of alcohol.
A crowd forming one voice:

"...if you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would..."

I began to understand.
Instead of swiveling I stared straight ahead.

I was in the midst of a great escape.

The amphitheatre with its social elixir,
The amphitheare with its family of strangers,
The amphitheatre with its familiar anthems

Was a church for the unforgiven.

The church of the unforgiven lacks pretense.
The church of the unforgiven shares a brew and a song with strangers.
The church of the unforgiven doesn't ask about yesterday it embraces the night.

Listen, Learn, Love O church of the forgiven.

"...I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they passed..."