in spite of all our
mistakes, misgivings, and failures…
in spite of all the wrong actions
we’ve taken for all the wrong reasons…
in spite of all the times
we’ve let humanity down…
i know and believe
even on the darkest of nights…
there’s a fire that burns pure
as the light from the stars…
that holds infinity in every spark;
that warms the feet of the eternal
in every flesh drawn moment…
that there is in each of us,
both miracle, and dust!
the factories and the millsof the South shut down….our jobs sold overseas.you’re passing the debt ceiling bill,taking from the poor, the elderly,and the sick,while the rich still pay… nothing!Satan’s deals!
for the words your eyes whisperwhen you laugh…for the song your heart sings,and the prayer your sleeping bodybecomes, pressed against mine.for the sound of the cicadaschanting in drunken rhythm…for the boiling of beansin my grandmother’s kitchen.for the crush of the batdriving the ball deep into the gap.for the gurgle of creekwaterrunning o’er a melon wedged…
the many stand up to the few.equal compensation, strong dedication,demanding what they’re due!human rights, the depths and heights,hunger drives the soul to battle..tired of chains, working for change,putting faces on the cattle!the first day of forever begins now.tear it down, it doesnt matter how.tired of lying lips and sacred cows….the mind only buys what the…
in the Trayvon Martin case!cold blooded, racially motivated,murder…and not even an arrest.where and whendid self defenseconstitute shooting,and killing,a seventeen year old kideating a bag of skittles.if we cant get some actionon this case…then we dont have a justice system!
history forever?was it His death onthe cross? or was itHis life, the way He lived?He dared to live compassionwith human hands… knowingthe risk, He took it….He knew that all livesare connected… and livedwhat He knew to be true….‘the kingdom of heavenwithin you…’His death merely an extensionof His life… the final stepof a long journey….‘the way,…
build hollow houses,live hollow lives.poverty whispers,we turn away.poverty shouts,we walk away!orphans, or bastards,we defile our beds.our mothers lay dying,our fathers forgotten.the wheel turns,we drink, and move on.our sisters buried,our brothers on the street.churches and graveyards,flags drenched in blood.stray dogs, lost pilgrims,heat lightning….and an empty cup!
