look in the mirror!
if your mirror does not show you
the reflections of all those in need,
all those who are suffering…
you’re not true to yourself…
much less to God!
perhaps, search for God?
no, God is not lost!
if your heart does not hurt
every time someone starves,
or a child dies,
or a family is put out on the street,
then you are lost!
you dont need someone to
die for you on the cross…
you need to carry the cross yourself!
we change the face of God
by changing ourselves!
my grandmothers sudden gusts of wind,that came from nowhere and returned.my mother was a wolf,my father the hard trodden path.my sisters brought the rain,my brothers the bow and the arrow.my lovers made of shadows,my enemies demons that haunt.i am the fire tendedby hands unseen,the saw and the axe.i will return on a coming night,the pine…
be it clever use of wordsand phrase… rhymes,cadence, hidden meanings….no, what makes it realis this: when you cantake the tears from ahungry child’s face…and write them with anaked hand… and givethem as a gift so intimateand near to the heart,that it causes someone elseto feel this hunger, andto want to do somethingabout it, to get…
moral implications,immoral men.ignorance and pride,hearts restrained by fear.the hammer of judgement,hands buried in pockets!do we fly?or watch pictures of flight?do we care?or live by token gestures?do we pray?or recite mechanical cures?do we live?or exist behind walls?choices, or destiny?truth, or salvation?gods carved in stone,cannot weep for the poor.and the stranger we meet,smells like something we’ve lost.choices,…
kick down the doors!stack all the old furniture…and set fire to it!the windows….…through which we stared at life……safe from its touch!the doors….….we closed in our fear……of who we are…….and what we see………..in each other.the furniture….….we sat on and laid on…….while the cries of the struggling………and the hands of the hungry………….reached out…the fire….…that burns apathy with…
wrinkle into their chairstill neither is one….having paid every pennyof the price of life,rung up, and forgotten…..shadows without purpose,untouched in the cold.every brick laid seamless,without distinction,or identity….old men wrinkle into their chairs,and no one knows.
with equal hearts,and with equal backs…if we worked todaywith equal souls,we’d build a worldworth dying for!if we worked todaywith honest hands,with honest hearts,and with honest backs…if we worked todaywith honest souls,we’d build a worldworth dying for.if we worked todaywith loving hands,with loving hearts,and with loving backs…if we worked todaywith loving souls,we’d build a worldworth living…
