cant seem to break the damned glass.
the bowl wont fit through the bars!
the groaning child’s fingers,
open and close, open and close…
the dry stink whimper and shudder,
the child dies of hunger…
freedom’s talons tear at the flesh!
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pour the water
watch it drip tothe floor…salvation ismerely the spiritleaving the bodyto go on a long journey…and then returning,bearing gifts…fill the cup again!
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his hand was shaking…i looked into his eyesas he reached for the till.i could see the faces ofhis woman, and his children….could feel the hungry murmurof their waiting in the darkness.could smell his fear,maybe even my own….could hear the sirenof the coming blue…cold desperation….the hands on the clock,stopped!
the scars on my face have names,
the hunger in my heart has a reason,the light in my eyes is God’s breath…i still believe…the prayer i cant pray i live,the debt i cant pay still haunts me.the love i leave on the doorstepwill stand the test of time.i still believe…the forgiveness i need i have given.the mistakes i have made dont own…
love wears,
deeper than the surfacethat others see…not always right,often makes mistakes,know when it has fallen,pleads for forgiveness.carries a pricethat must be paid in full,worth every penny, every dime,every tear, every humiliation….love never acceptsanything less than the truth,never asks for as much as it gives….bruised and battered,bloodied and dirtied….with a raw beauty….that only love wears!
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waiting for the waterto free…only shadows stand betweenthis world and that,fear has no nameother than we allow.stripping awaythe last vestige of clothing,dance naked in the presenceof that which abides….dance naked with gratitudefor that which endures!