if i wake up in the morning,

from the underside of the bridge,i learned home has not a house.from forty years of working,i learned the bitterness of the slave.from the political lies,i learned that truth cant be bought.from the books i read,i learned to reason and question.from the heroin needle,i learned the value of life.from love lost,i learned how to love.from doubt…

who stood in silence,listening and watching.i distributed the foodthat fed the crowds,i helped the sickmake their way to Him…i stood defiant as Hecleaned out the temple.i helped move the stonefrom the grave of Lazarus…i shuddered among the lepers,put down my stoneas He let the whore go…bailed water in the boattill He calmed the seas…i heard…

the stories of their lives.then finally, they just sat in the stillness,listening to the walls of the old housebreathe.he thought about his life, the work, thefamily, the love… all gone.she whispered, ‘be still, they’re coming…’the lights of the cruiser inched up thestreet. stopping, they shone a light intothe old house, like fingers probing.they sat motionless,…

our eyes wet with the dew,dreams clinging to our tongues.and the song of the ancient ones,from some dark valley within.we carry the cross of self denial,on the path to find ourselves!to the beat down housethat time forgot…up the steps to an open door.while spiders race across broken glass,and rats race across the floor.we sit across…

not Baptist, not Jewish, not Catholic,not Muslim, not Buddhist…not male, not female,not vindictive, not judgemental…not the god of wars,of poverty, of greed, of invasion.god is not selfish,not arrogant, not boastful…god is not what you fear,god simply ‘is’…dialogue, bridge, match…the echo of your soul,calling you to yourself!

not the old song,not a fleeting memory.i am not the namethat parks behind yours,i am not the rent, the lights,or the groceries.i am not the excuse,the curse, or the lie….not the name of your fear,not your morals, or your chains.i am not the old mansitting in the chair,staring blankly out the window.i am not the…