follow that star…

mouths moving, cant talk,empty pages in a book.eyes glazed, half dazed,afraid of their shadows.bought the lie, never questioned why,cant move unless they follow.and the sound of the heartshakes the ground.hunger burns, the sea churns,and babies drown.you pray to God,but your prayers fall amid the furor.in the temple of the selfbowing down to the mirror.

roll down the face of humanity.redemption, or revival?the hand finds the heart,the eyes see the soul,fear washes away unnamed.cities built of shadows,great smokestacks, vacant shrines.and it’s always the voices,and the faces, struggling,to be heard and seen!man imprisoned himself by nations,sold too cheaply on the block.murders his mother beneath the wheels,never hearing her cry.sacrificing the childrento…

when it wont buy anything?not a loaf of bread,not a jug of water…not even a gallon of gas!when you’re left alonein the dark, with no oneto count on by yourself,with no friends,no instant gratification…what are you going to do?

50 hours a week.more than a paycheck,a bag of groceries,the rent and the lights.more than the hopeof a social security check!i am more than a father,a grandfather, and a last name.more than an opinion, and a cup of coffee.my name is not nobody,i have a face.i am not a statistic,nor a grave waiting to be…

towards the light…heart purified by weeping,healed by childlike wonder.mind searching every crevicefor every dram of truth.soul bearing the marks of the whip,childlike hands that dare to touch.a river bent on giving,the moth, closer and closer still,till wings become the dust of angels,spread at the feet of beginning and end!

ourselves as we can….before we can find the wayand the means to come home.often, somewhere in the seasonsof our living, love is like that.we become so numbed by the struggleto merely exist, that we lose ourintimate connection….we lose our sense of taste, of smell,our very sense of touch…and it is this loss, if we are…