not in books or letters,
not even in spoken prayers…
for our most true prayer is indeed
the interaction between us and other human beings,
with the sole purpose of dedicated being!
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Mommy!
you didnt want me.you didnt love me.you couldnt look at me,and see yourself.you didnt want me to talk.what were you afraidthat i’d say?you were so angryyou couldnt even give me away…you couldnt allow mea chance to live!i’m not angry with you.i’m free now.no more pain, no more hurt,no more fear…i’m free now.will you ever be…
someone asked me what my degree was in…
a mill worker, a carpenter, a trash collector…milked cows and rode horses,grown gardens and cut wood.i’ve been a kick boxer, a fugitive,a poet, and a mad lover.a two bit picker, a prisoner,an addict and a thief.a street preacher, a hobo,a father and a husband.a monk and a heretic….need i say more.i’ve loaded trucks and worked…
Thomas Jefferson said, ‘every generation needs its own revolution’….
it is the act of evolving, becoming more human.it requires seeing the face, and knowing the heart.it has to be the way we live… the way we give….and the reason we breathe….a constant joining, listening, and caring.the responsibility of needs met, and shared.the shout of the question, and the embrace of faith…freedom must be who…
i am only the rough carpenter
for strays, dogs and cats,old people and young anarchists.addicts, whores, ex-cons, and thieves.street bums, farmers left homeless,angry young students…spiders, snails, ants, and moths.out of work elephants,turtles who have lost their shell.small birds fallen from the nest,both prodigals and dreamers.third world refugees,the blind, and the deaf.sons and daughters,mothers and fathers…people bound by tears,fears, and their own…
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looking downto the beating heartheld in hands so gentle….loving, molding, preparinghim for the pathwayto his personal cross….Madonna tears,falling warm and wet,down the face that mapsthe destinies of those that suffer….tears that have names,known by no other….nailed one by one till death relieves.Madonna hope,wrapped in flesh and longing,head bowed down,as if to pray!
you killed me last night,
to make up for all those nightsleft to sleep alone!when i awakened with eyesthat darkness had kissed,i saw hearts beating,and an owl pouring coffee!trees conversed, branches intertwined,and the creek sang to the wind.now dogs spoke of godwith learned eyes…while thunder undressed lightning!and the hollow in my cheekthat bore your name…filled with fireflies glowing…fingers walked by…