to find the heart
of a clown
and paint it on the face
of a homeless man
standing by a barrel
in the alley…
that has no fire!
to look in the barrel
and see an old man
kneeling in front of
a sobbing child,
deftly removing a splinter
from his tiny shaking hand
with an old rusted knife…
while a sparrow takes flight,
as the clouds on the horizon
come knocking…
and the trees whisper
naked to one another,
things secret, and
full of magic!
calls for new hands.when the wind we have rode,beckons for new friends.and when the path thatleads to discovery,needs a new body, a new soul.when the battle for justice,calls for new voices.leaves turn brown and fall,and winter snows come.but spring always returns,with new leaves and new song.take what we have given,and build an even bigger fire.spread…
at what we cant control,what we cant seem to change,at the loss we suffer,at the helplessness we feel…in bitterness lookingfor a place to lay the blame.fighting the shadows of our fears,with the vengeance of our lostness…afraid to open the door,much less to walk through…to find…the face on the other sideof our anger,is the same as…the…
of flesh covered desire,the only true pathon the quest for freedom…the human being,becoming fully human,in the search for dignity,and equality…the message of the prophets,the hope for a new day.the battle cry of love!
have melted, into brown in time grownbrittle…and so i hold your hand, without graspingso hard as if to lose, yet knowing yourhand… every nuance, every mile, everydestiny come and gone… feeling everytrace of living as if a prayer…listening to your hand as if to a hymn…your hand and mine, we rock… the wind blowsin perfect…
to the basement where desire rumored lurks.the man on the screen trills of wars,and crimes committed beneath white shirts.and the sweet Jesus prayers of the unemployed,cut crack rocks on bare tables.even the dog mourns the heated silence,while turnips boil in a touch-me-not pot.death taunts the branch against your window,the broom stands unattended!
lightning, and wind!the moon must be shaken,the waves drift askew!snow’s falling in summer,roses bloom in December.stars that fell from the sky,rise up and walk!tears taste like brandy,the tongue smokes with desire.the trees go naked and dance,to the song of the mountains.men are bearing children,while women smoke cigars.and soldiers sit down in dialogue,every child is fed.the…
