i take you, without asking,
without caring, where
we’ve been, or whose dust
i brush from your lips.
my own hands are bruised,
and bloodied… my own demons
locked in their cage…
i am only a man,
you, a woman…
and this love, the only war
worth fighting in a world
of darkness, in this
time of need!
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contained in every raindrop,set free in moonlight searching darkness.in every tick of every moment,in the hand that has a facethat has a name.in the whisper of silencethat words cannot express,in the hollow of the shellthat rhymes with echo….every brown skinned face,every white and black.every song of the soul,of backs bent with work.every dream often unspoken,every…
every breath of air.every blade of grass….every cloud driftingacross the blue sky.every baby born….every child growing to adult….every hand put to the plow,every face staring out the window.every heart that opens the door.every whisper and groan….every kiss, every touch….every friend that stands beside.every moment given,every moment lived….miracle, and fire!
your hand on the wheel,
where do we go from here?my fingernails still dirty,from digging and planting the seeds.your eyes cloud over…the promise of rain?another chapter finished,boots laced, and my hat,your smile, a cup of coffee…the dog waits at the door.the mailman passes without slowing down.the world keeps turning,from dawn to setting sun.and seeds become plants…plants become food!
The Hand
only the human hand,the caring hand,the hand covered in bloodand filth, the hand swollenbruised, and beaten…the open hand,not a fist anymore hand,not afraid to let go hand,never letting go hand…feed the baby, plow the field hand,stroke the face ofthe old woman dying hand…light the fires, sweep the floors hand…the praying hand, the picking hand,the paint…
the question we have to ask ourselves
Christian church?would He choose to be American?or would He walk the starving roads of Africa?would He flee with the women and childrenin the countries bombed?would He be a political force,or a political dissident?would He be a capitalist, a socialist, or an anarchist?would He self immoliate with the Tibetan monksin the name of freedom?would He carry…
when we stop using schools for refrigerators,
and infuse our schools with open minded passion,and the unrestrained hunger to learn…when each child is given equal opportunity,is presented all sides of issues,and given the freedom to choose….when we stand behind our teacherswith both respect and awe….only then, will education be both real and just!