Sometimes I think

if you’re still,you can feel their pulse,waiting….chainsaws and axes,matches and hearth.you are alive!just below your numbness,if you’re still,you can feel your pulse,waiting…chainsaws and axes,matches and hearth.God is alive!just beyond your conceptions,if you’re still,you can feel eternity’s pulse,waiting…chainsaws and axes,matches and hearth.

for every hungry mouth a bowl of rice,clean water, and an embrace.for every country invaded by thirstfor oil…. a country invaded withshovels, picks, axes, and books.to rebuild, restore, reaffirm hope…..for every shallow grave,for every unmarked death….we adopt and take in,we heal with respect…..for every inhuman act,the acts of compassion….and in the search for forgiveness,we may…

with a lot of words!easy to preach by dayand whore by night.easy to have a lot of answers,when you dont evenknow the questions…easy to say:‘i’d never do that…’it’s a lot harderto speak the truthin a few simple words.harder to admit your mistakes,and be honest about yourself.harder to listen for the questions,knowing that often listeningis the…

childrens’ voices crying out,different sounds, different languages.all the same language.millions of hands reaching fora hand searching for a bridge.hunger, need, and the emptinessthat drives, that prays, that bleeds.all the same language.kindred souls wrapped in fallen leaves,that crumble, and return to dirt.millions of eyes turned inward,under the same sky, looking for tomorrow.all the same language.millions of…

in greed’s slobbering mouths,the distant echo of flightto wings broken by apathy….darkness without being,the stranger lockedjust outside the door….waiting on the windto blow the shutter away….open the window,and name the stars….Buddha nature,present in all….sold much too cheaplyby feet that wont walk!

to be burned in petroleum fires….just missing the mouthsof your shadowy conscience,the faces staring backfrom your mirror,the hands that reach outfrom the graveyards of your soul….mouths whisperingthe name of God!