the soft touch

the men with the longknives wait;call them unholy, call themprophets, men of vision,men of change…soldiers of the grey kingdom,where nothing is revealed.every starving child,every bomb droppedon indiscriminate huts…every girl baby aborted,every young boy sent to prisonfor his education…every young girl boughtfor an hour, used like a rag,and tossed aside….for miles and miles of oceanspoisoned by…

worn and tattered….on lonesome street corners,cigarettes crushed beneathwell known strangers feet….lights flash, windows empty,horns blow, motors running….no direction home!

that pulled me up out of the ditch,reaching back to grab another’s hand,and do the same for him.i walked the streets with thosewho came from other places….i took the time to listento their stories and their needs.i stood with them in lines,in the face of the furor….i looked into the eyesof their children, felt their…

the door is always unlocked,the window is always open.the river flows from,and returns to the source.when identity becomes community,the part is whole, the whole a part.there is infinity in nothing,when emptiness fills the soul….what we call god is merely the fire,deep within our darkest being…poured forth as gift, taking simple forms,a cup of coffee shared,and…

Does the earth stop turning,For a holy instant?Do words find meanings?Does night name need?Does the wind come a knocking,On the door that doesn’t exist?Does time expire?Do thoughts undress!Does empty carve windows,In the soul of heat?

Judas ran for office,got re-elected….and they cut down whole foreststo make more crosses!Christian got a purple heart,came home jobless and homeless.but no fear, no tears,the next front will be here!salvation wrapped in oppression!