Life is as fragile as truth.  Certain but, too easy to mistake, it is egg shell thin and thinner yet.  A simple membrane, where a guard screens atom and molecule…………. There is much strong talk about ending lives.  A great power is believed to be possessed by stopping a most fragile thing.  It is life, simple and direct, unmistakable until it is gone………… We see the boast of protecting our innocence, by obliterating others whom we have come against.  Other lives just as fragile and just as simple.  In such talk there is no recompense, only the promise of shattered shell and broken bone, but these are not alone………… They come with decimated lives and hearts beyond stitch or hope of being sown.  Life is so simple, it never comes or goes alone………… Life is as fragile as truth, we seem to know when old but not when youth.  The takers of innocence cannot abide this truth, nor the life they lost someway, when most tender youth…………It is Love we end in honoring hate, a last chance to know its flowered gate.  To try and make amends, lets forgiveness flow.  Life cracks open its shell, lights illumination streaming out.  Love shining everywhere in a total rout.  It is what truth always was, all about………………………………………………………………………..