perhaps…

the ball in the glove,the hammer strikes the nail.and i know about fire,love cries and hot wetness.the frenzied clutch of fingers,the gasp and the tremor.the old wood stove,in the corner radiates,you feed it logs,split by time’s axe.till drunk with sleep,both dreamless and forgotten.you turn your backto a final wisp of smoke…i am that smoke!

from the land of the dead…you touched my heart,and freed this soulfrom the dark mazeof its own prison.you touched my eyes,and restored sightto a blind man.you touched my ears,and filled them withthe song of every living creature.you touched my desire,and brought stone and fire,and the echo of the whipporwill’s song.i touched you,and the earth stopped…

build it back, board by board,nail by nail, stone by stone,with honest human hands.seize the moment…all that we have,no tomorrow without today,no today withoutliving and giving!redeem the time…put a human face on your god…put a godly heart in your humanity!

sometimes hard and calloused,sometimes soft and feminine.skilled hands, laborer’s hands,loving hands, nurturing hands….fingers digging in the dirt,fingers holding a pen.fingers playing a piano,fingers unbuttoning blouses.hands extended, hands gripping the rope,hands holding the shovel,hands covered with resin.hands folded in prayer,hands balled into fists.hands stuffed in empty pockets.hands that define both history,and destiny!hands scarred and bruised,hands covered…

gnarled hands,missing fingers,backs bent with time….standing in front ofan abandoned service station,down by the trackswhere the train dont run….talking about the years,talking about the work….or not talking at all.postcards from a timewhen living was real!

and build houses for those without shelter!let’s trade anger for listening,and aggression for compassion,and realize no one owns this earth!let’s trade religion for humanity,and salvation for community,and walk the path of redemption!let’s trade success for inner peace,the need to have for the need to give,and so fulfill our destinies!