i knelt down and prayed

dying in the bombing…i feel the tears of mothers buryingtheir only sons.i reel with the hunger,of refugees and homeless families.i hurt with the anger,of the poor and desperate.i can smell the failure,that drives people over the edge.i am imprisoned,with those behind your bars…speak not to me of hell,but rather redemption and action…

that which we feel,that which we do….that which we knowin the end to be true….and nothing less!

or in the hope of success.write from necessity…the same necessitythat governs your breathing.and from the urgencyof the darkest hour just before dawn!write not for yourself…for in writing for othersyou will find yourself.and above all, be honest,always remembering simplicity,and naked touch!write as if a gift,expecting nothing in return!

made by your callous leaders.in your turning of the head,and closing of the eyes,as injustice is piled upon injustice.in the countries you invade,in those you imprison without cause…in those you let go hungry,in the sick you do not care for.in your prejudices and righteous judgements,in the closed minds of your fundamentalist fervor.in your closed doors,…

it’s your fear….of the risk ofgiving more than theground that you stand on….fear of the angry stormsof your need facingthe limits of your desire…of the smallness of your soulin the unexplored night…your hunger shrinkinginto the shell of a snail…the loss of your identity,your shaking hand….the gun you’re pointing,the suicide of your being,drugged by the rageyou…

walking, air sharp and cutting,kicking piles of leaves.what we’ve forgotten is the moment,the tiny flame that flickers just once.the taste of a kiss without thinking,stopping to tie a child’s shoelaces.the old dog on the porch knows….the wind knows, the trees confirm!nothing need be said or spoken,just breathe deeply, and be aware!