snow thunder…

we often think we’re the only ones,but all people at some point suffer despair.it is not whether we are going through hell,but what we do with it that matters.we can become hardened and calloused,and lose all hope…believe me, it’s easy.or we can stand firm at the chance of all loss,and be willing to evolve, whatever…

pale light,seeps through.spirit takes flesh,flesh stays hungry.fingertip prayers,small moments eternal.hand on the plow,your earth smellslike home!

before time, or the conceptof being…in each word we almost speak,in each thought we almost form,in each feeling we almost allow…do you know me?i danced the day you were born,pulling stillness out of the falling rain.my name is written in thedeepest cavern of your soul…i sweep the steps of your templewhile you pray and offer…

with our eyes turned inward,with our bodies that weep.we who weep…with hands that tremble,with quiet desperation,with our prayers that build.we who build…with the ruins of our loss,with our spirits broken,with our hearts that bleed.we who bleed…with our trials and mistakes,with our failures to reach,with our love that whispers.we who whisper…

walking these streets againdown by the old feed store,and the row of empty buildings,listening to the ghosts of the past.the railroad tracks stand silent,that old train dont run anymore.here and there people walking,aint nobody talking,stray dogs and broken bottles,stopped to light one last cigarette.i can still hear my mother calling,can still see my daddy’s tired…

bondage, slavery.