Losing Compassion Sometimes a journey created for compassion, love for another fall away fellow men, sometimes deeply entombed in infractions, the journey will soon disband. Sometimes in fury we lash out at each other, like the rain lashes out at the ground in a storm, sometimes ignorance goes hand in hand with elation, I feel your love all around me. Sometimes remarking upon this reaction, the journey disbanded deep within soulless compassion, after searching our souls deeply for some white light flashing, we found instead, we had been to bold..... copyright 2001 1-29-2001 The PooRe PoeT for Katie: Whom I've never met in body, but in heart.