every family to have some
kind of roof over their heads.
everyone that wants to work
to have a chance to….
for everyone to respect
both themselves and each other.
for every gun to be silent,
for every anger to stop and listen.
for the lonely to know they’re loved.
for every color of skin to be equal.
for freedom to take on bodies,
and bridges to be crossed.
for god to be more than religion,
and for forgiveness to be the way.
for the day to be as holy,
as each and every tiny moment!
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…
that called light from darkness,and being from non-being.that, spent as wind,calling forth waves from oceans,calling forth land from water,blowing dry and forming.tis breath, then…calling male and female to join.calling trees and mountains to tangle.defining hill and valley,both far and near.calling forth fire from imagination,calling thought from inertness.calling music from stillness.tis breath, then…calling tribe unto tribe.creating…
not Baptist, not Jewish, not Catholic,not Muslim, not Buddhist…not male, not female,not vindictive, not judgemental…not the god of wars,of poverty, of greed, of invasion.god is not selfish,not arrogant, not boastful…god is not what you fear,god simply ‘is’…dialogue, bridge, match…the echo of your soul,calling you to yourself!
down across the pastureto where the woods begins.we tie the horses,and make our way downto the creek bankyou search for dead brancheswhile i clear a spotyou can hear the owlthe turtle, and the songthe water sings over the rocksin the firelight i beginagain the long journeyof knowing yourediscovering every nicheand crevice, namingevery star in your…
they would namethe holy one’s lovera whore…and so give her a crossto be borne for generations!magdelene, # 2what secrets we shared,in the breathless momentsjust before dawn…while creation and destruction waited,and the stars themselves wept,as if knowing!magdelene, # 3perhaps then,the final price of the gospel,be not nails…but love!magdelene, # 4twas the book of kisses,rare intimacies unspoken,that…
the pinnacle of pulse….that drains the heartbeats….traffic heavy, horns honking,hurrying, hurrying….trucks and buses puffing cloudsof death into the air….neon signs keeping score.billboards selling the dream,street preachers selling Jesus….corner whores selling themselves….in sterile rooms atop the skyscrapers,far from the stink, far fromtrash strewn in the alleywayslike tiny lives forgotten,gum stuck to the shoes…..they gamble with futures,trading…
