A False Horn on a Real Unicorn

We live in a world where things are seldom what they seem.
Things are seldom what we see.

A unicorn waits by light of street lamp,
fishnets torn and eyes all hollow

No one will recognize her tonight.

A monster lurks behind the pulpit.
The words of Christ fall loosely from his lips,
clanking like the coins of rich men
as the burrow their way
into the flock.

A young child will learn to hate.

We only see what we look to see.
In the eyes of others, we often see nothing more
than our own reflections.

We must find the light within ourselves,
and with it
illuminate the darkness that has blinded us.