as a stepping stone for others,
as the hand that unlocked the cage,
as the fire that warmed the stranger,
as the food that fed the hungry.
as the candle that lit the darkness,
as shelter, as the wind that
cried freedom in the darkest night…
as a cup of water!
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whiskey gets better with age,
mountains become more serene,and old trees are majestic with power!the soup that simmers longhas a better taste.old clothes are more comfortable.old songs never get old…old lovers know without asking.old houses have their ghosts.inside of me there’s still a storm,a rainbow, and something…waiting on the dawn!
the hand that loves,
long gifted, now trembles,but just a little.wipes tears and fights injustice,buttons the collar of respect.takes down your hair,like rain falling on leaves.bandages the dog’s paw,lights the fire late at night.turns the pages of the book,strokes the inside of your neck.unleashes volcanoes,opens the door of the cage.and sprinkles dirt on the graves,of those that came before…softly…
in the presence…
boil water for coffee,wash dishes and fold clothes.unwrap layers of new sunlight,write letters and quietly think.take long walks with dogs,and speak to random strangers.offer a hand, and say thank you,listen for the sound of wings.laugh at squirrels bickering,watch as leaves begin to fall.help old people load their cars,share a smoke with a homeless man.walk in…
whether you’re Christian,Buddhist, Hindu, Moslem,or atheist by choice…we are all born human!with the potential to be…fully human!we have choices everyday….what we do with our time,our will, our feelings, our actions…determines what we really are…it doesnt matter so much about labels…what matters is what’s inside!
the sound of gunfire
rhyming…the cries of dying children,the cries of a dying earth,the cry of humanity seachingfor itself!
dont tell me:
you just bombed his countryback into the stone age.dont tell me:‘it’s not what Jesus would want.’you just killedthe people that he fed.dont tell me:‘it’s not what Jesus would teach.’you keep burying women and childrenright next to the oil fields.dont tell me:‘it’s not what Jesus would die for…’you’ve been nailing himto that cross for 2000 years!