revival…

love will always outnumber, overshadow, and overcome

hatred feels thick,
and noisy,
like it imposes and takes up space,
but i have to believe it’s just the absence of things,
like an emptiness raging against itself,
that it’s no substance of power,
that it doesn’t get to make a permanent home here,
and that those who harbor it are surely not powerful,
and they don’t control this space,
that love can always fill the air,
and if those who are hellbent on hate
won’t grow, or change,
that awakened voices will bring revival
to this place…

that no matter how loud or heavy that
hatred can rage, i have to believe that love will always
outnumber, overshadow, and overcome

– butterflies rising