Where Is The Validation

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Where is the validation...
Of your beliefs.
Where is the validation,
Set in conrete
To behold and never let go,
Of values kept to shine like gold.

Where is the validation,
Of faith undebated.
And where is the validation,
Sold with a taste...
To keep it appreciated.
And craved.
Why has it faded away.

Direct steps made once had an effect.
But today they have faded,
To eliminate them made.

Fear has replaced taking steps with threats.
To accept doing less is best.
And effective.
But...
Where is the validation,
Of your beliefs.
Where is the validation,
Set in solid conrete
To behold and never let go,
Of values kept to shine like gold.

Direct steps made once had an effect.
But today they have faded,
To eliminate them made.

Fear has replaced taking steps with threats.
To accept doing less is best.
And effective.

Where is the validation.
Once addressed.
Where is the validation.
Once professed.
Where is the validation.
Once confessed.
Where is the validation.

Where is the validation.
Once addressed.
Where is the validation.
Once professed.
Where is the validation.
Once confessed.
Where is the validation.

Fear has replaced taking steps with threats.

Where is the validation.
To accept.
Where is the validation.
Once professed.
Where is the validation.
Once addressed.
Where is the validation.

Where is the validation...
Of your beliefs.
Where is the validation,
Set in conrete.
To behold and never let go,
Of values kept to shine like gold.

Where is the validation.
Once addressed.
Where is the validation.
Once professed.
Where is the validation.
To accept...
Values kept to shine like gold.

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