vulnerable, wrapped
in anger and hurt,
raw and sensitive to the touch….
i found you,
a small human dawning
on the first day of creation…
a crucifix, and a stone,
waiting to be rolled away!
i found you,
and stood in naked awe,
looking for the words,
the bridge, and the plow.
i searched for holiness…
and found you!
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i live my life by the code of rainfall,
i believe in that which i can taste,and listen to what i feel.i walk in time with the wind,without past or future destination.i know well the language of silence,and see with eyes accustomed to darkness.things i know cant be defined by thought,and my heart does not need words.i have spent my time in waiting,and now…
if i prayed for you,
beaten, bruised, and hungry…would you see, would you know?if i prayed for you,with an old man’s hands,hard, calloused, and gentle…would you feel, would you know?if i prayed for you,with a mother’s tears,her daughter raped by your soldiers…would you change, would you know?if i prayed for you,with a homeless man’s heart,a human story untold…would you care,…
you smell like war,
flesh searing screams.i smell like grieving,like ashes, anddirt on the shovel.you sound like hunger,and homelessness,and vomit stained lips.i sound like the soupthat simmers, like theblanket wrapped…you taste like bitterness,the lonliness of alone.i taste like the hand that fits,the shadow of the body near…or am i wrong?could it be the other way around?
if we lit a candle tonite
for every family that’s homeless,for every drug addict without hope,for every soldier fightingin an unholy warfor every immigrantfighting for a chance,for every prisonerthat becomes a victimof the system.for every victimof violent crimes.for every husband and wifewho cant find their way,and give up and walk away.for every child with a disabilitythat doesnt get a fair chance.for…
and if we choose nothing,
the body has to be willing,for truth to have a voice….there’s sharks in the water covered with oil.the melting pot simmers, comes to a boil.it’s struggle and try, hard work and toil,the talons bared, and the snake is coiled….as slavery takes hold on American soil.equality the plan, the plot is foiled!and as the wind blows…
be it then for this
again and again,moment by moment…the cat curled against your chest,sunlight dancing in a raindrop.the baby’s cry, the old man’s groan,wildflowers on the hill where bodies fell.woodsmoke, and snowflakes,the cup with handle broken.flowers placed on your mothers grave.the inside of the turtle’s shell,the scent of fresh cut pine.turnips boiling on the stove,the stubbled beard of the…