calling us back
to our true selves…
the healing touch
of the Lover’s hand;
that drink of water
that quenches parched lips,
and restores life
to the living…
the music of the eternal,
the womb, and the passion!
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that i cannot write,the raw and simple beautymy words cannot define….the fire too hot, too close,singeing the cornersof my heart.the pulsing of life itself,that began before,and will last beyond….you are the touch of life,that i follow madly,pen and brush in hand!
hands stacked on hands,
common people…….common purpose………common goals…restoring dignityto the human condition…hearts stacked on hearts,honest desire,…………..and………………determ ination!
Jesus, and the third world poets
across the starvation desert…the stench of disease,poverty, and dead eyedhopelessness, … hangsin the indifferent air.if you dont know their namesthey’re not real, just pictureson the news you turn off…finish your supper,throw out the scraps;get in your cars, andgo for a drive…turn up the radio!speed up! roll up yourwindows… safe, and sound….honk if you love Jesus!
one who never thinks of suicide
one who never dreams he’s in prison,has never been poor!for me, i spend my timewith spiders and bats…and i never close my eyeswhen i’m sleeping!god never painted the wheels,on the wagon that hauls away souls.perhaps those who are good,never knew the value of sin.if then i come again,in whatever face, whatever shoes…remember the scent of…
the shadow lying on the bed,
for the sound of my footsteps,and the scent of my returning…was, in fact, my heart!
a part…
one grain of sandon a limitless beach.one dropp of water,in an ocean filled with life.commitment = action = change!love = action = human!compassion = action = feeding!every breath we breathe,shared!