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stop sign…
blood red,letters in black.scars heal slowly,sometimes it takes lifetimes.even the morning suntakes a while to melt the frost.we are what we risk,or nothing at all.wrapped up inside the shell,only echoes can touch.pilgrim waiting,for the traffic to clear.stop sign,that only you can remove!
Joseph’s coat of many colors,
The blood of sacrifice,And repentance…Amid the broken bonesOf struggle,The cry for fire,On the coldest nights.The arch of denial,And the blind thrustOf angerThat divided the sea,We could have walked on!Joseph’s coat of many colors,Hangs on a peg by the door.Will we dare to put it on,And wear it like skin,As we walk into the longDark night?
steps taken in stillness
of the universe…creating waves,waves upon waves,that pound the shoresof indifferencetill change arises,and a new day begins!steps taken in naked honesty,peel back the layers of the wound.find the tiny speck of the human,beneath the rubble and the ruins.steps taken in shared compassionhave the rhythm of human hearts,beating out the sacred dancein honor of what we’re called…
if i were a woman,
one who listens, is kind,one who is honest…one who is sensual, spiritual,one who questions…one who is as good at changing a diaperas plowing a garden…one who reads extensively…one who enjoys long walks in the rain,quiet conversations in a corner booth,would rather make love by candlelightthan go out on the town…one who stands firm in his…
leather boots, hands worn
house on fire, brokensmall child, hungry eyeslips tremble, hands reach for you!across miles, broken.President, homelessCEO, without a job.debt explodes, broken.turtle crushed, car goneCasey’s baby, same damn thing!no respect, broken.cancer’s shadow, fear!poor people cant get no care.let them die! broken.down to the riverbaptize me again, stay down!call me home! broken.man needs a womanwoman needs a man…
how many bodies
how many broken handsand broken feet,every time your stocks go up?how many faces lostwith every gallon of gas you pump?how many children are buriedin the vaults of your banks?how many cries of hunger?and how many tears?how many of the silent deaddo you pass on the way to success?