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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looking downto the beating heartheld in hands so gentle….loving, molding, preparinghim for the pathwayto his personal cross….Madonna tears,falling warm and wet,down the face that mapsthe destinies of those that suffer….tears that have names,known by no other….nailed one by one till death relieves.Madonna hope,wrapped in flesh and longing,head bowed down,as if to pray!
how many Jesus’s does it take?
sexual Jesus, Baptist Jesus,Pentecostal snake Jesus…heroin Jesus, small town family Jesus,necklace Jesus, tattoo Jesus,illegal immigrant Jesus…Jesus on the cross in a drunk tank Jesus,Marlboro Jesus, county fair Jesus,pray for Armagadden Jesus…or just a man,living one day, one moment,one bare naked dirty human needat a time…with open hands, open heart,and open mind!
and so we are but this…
for a moment and gone…the flower that blooms for a day.the rain dropp dissolving into the earth,the small stone washed away,when the river surges.the memory of dawnforgotten in the night…the lonesome farewell of the snailcrossing just before light…leaving only a small wet trailas evidence of passing! , , ,and the shout of joy,that sounds like…
my soul,
the night sky….starving for starlight,or the hint of a moon.my teeth,razors on the path,devouring the fleshof my dreams.my feet,the soldiers of destiny;life wrapped in life…wearing the bruises,the welts and the pus,like ribbons givenfor the price of my being!my spirit,the light of the dawn,of determination and forgiveness…forgiving myself, and all othersas if just me!
must true love
who drives the nails?who stands at the footof the cross and weeps?who carried the cross?who conducted the trial?and who are the faceless oneswho stand and jeer?who judges life worth giving,and how much does love demand?will love forgive?does love have a name?who’ll bury the body?who’ll guard the tomb?and on the third day,who’ll roll away the stone?our…
i am touching you,
tis not the rain,but the tears i cried.tis not a dream, nor shadow,but thought revealed.the arms you rest in,are both dark and still.we are not distant,there are no miles between eyes.the smell of your hurt,caused the earth to shudder.i am not god nor angel,not the cure or the end….i am the gentle old handbrushing the…