the undressing of raindrops,
and original sin!
a thousand tiny deaths
in your kiss and your touch,
when more is less,
too little’s too much!
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Iran…
down a path ordainedby our own failures..stop the madness!while we stii can.
if i could find
i’d send you all the thingsi’ve seen, i’ve felt, and i’ve known…all the tiny wonders,all the precious moments,all the touching, crying, kissing,holding and believing…all the joy, sadness, struggle,miracles, and weeping…all the raw beauty,all the truth and dignity,all the hopes of freedom…wrapped in a cardboard boxcovered with many colored paper,tied up with ribbons of soul…postage paid…
stop!
just for one moment….turn and look at the facesof all those around you.can you see the need?the desire? the hurt?can you feel the lonliness?hearts beating… just like yours!listen to the earth cry out!to the dirge of the rivers.to the sad farewell of the trees,the mountains… the birds,the wolves, the fishes.a part of you dying!and that…
i am troubled…
i hear the criesof starving children.i feel the bombs,burning up the night.i smell poverty,and i taste injustice.i shudder at prejudice,i write the prayersof the forgotten…and sign their nameson unmarked stones.what have i done…lord, what have i done?with this life,this path, this cross.i feel guilty,and i know their suffering.i cant help but wonder,what i could have…
burning brush out back,
when the pile got lowi started throwing in,memories, feelings, and dreams.the fire blazed high,but just for a moment…then died to embers,steady and pulsing…and so does time to the heart!the flame that gasps for air,strangled by its own ardor…till the outer body burns,what’s left is pure fuel…warming the feet of God!
feed the hungry, damn it!
to tell you?God