i hold in my hand

alone on the step with the stray cay…suicide eyes, dare to fly glint.whispering forever truths,both human and animal tongues…darkness weeps from the gutters,mindless cars hurtle by.angry people shout and curse,while young lovers drink each other…and death waits as certain,as feathers asunder and a broken claw,neath the tree bent by time.

honest, intelligent breathing.we’ve forgotten how to talk.we dont even know ourselves,much less each other…so caught up in the mad race,computer age shots of insulin….when’s the last time you said anythingthat lingered after you walked away?when’s the last time you heard anythingthat stopped you, made you think?when’s the last time you took the timeto feel, to…

of the empty space,where the stump of the willow,buried by grief, testifies!where the old galvanized tub,wanders from yard sale to neglect;where the old Ford with mismatched tires,sleeps in the indignity of crushed.where the outhouse walls,scorched by time’s fires,lies strewn, charred by random fate.where the cry of wetness,trapped by the urn,awaits ash and stardust.where the manger…

if so, what do we find?the body of Jesus?our own body?the bodies of thosewe have killed out of greed?of those we’ve let dieout of apathy?or empty grave clothes?the choice is ours!resurrection is the choicethat the human heart awaits!the gospel is compassion,and compassion,that which makes us human!

kneeling down, cupping,and gently blowing.i’ll set out a rose bushbeneath your bedroom window,and water it in the dead of night.the shadow that latches your door,pulls the cover up around you.sits and rocks in the peaceof perfect silence…watching you sleep!i am the wolf that curlsat the foot of your bed,the hands of the clock,stopping in reverence…the…

with our own feet,we walk the path.we choose the path,and how far we go.we trip ourselves,and get back up.we are the faith,and the answer to it.we own the scars,the defeats and victories.we are what we are,because we choose.in the final end,we have no one else to blame!