the soft touch

every grain of sand,even the deserted webblown by the wind!every unwanted child,every family made refugeesby war, or by poverty.every angry kid on the streets,every forgotten man in prison.would my work be finished?what if i took the timeto wipe away every tear,to clean the wounds of the wretched,to fill the bowls of the hungry…to touch the…

all different languages,male and female…crying out against the roar:WE WANT TO BE FREE!one small voice,a face soon forgotten,but a body and a soul…one small voice,but now every voice counts,we are together the voiceof humanity and hope…WE WANT TO BE FREE!

sunlight siftingthrough dirty blinds.the cough of the clock,the body, and stillness!

pathways of stone,of water, of wind…no footprints behind.small fires on dark nights,waves of stillness opening…the eyes of the breathing surround.touch! touch!echoing against the roar.words sealed on paperfor future fires!when scars become giftsleft on strangers’ doorsteps…for there are no strangers,soul unto soul.step after step,rain falling softly.smoke from the chimney,hangs like a prayer.face to face,lips touching lips,a…

on my gravewhen i’m gone…bring in a preacher,sing a couple old hymns…if it makes you feel better….but my testament,and my only word,lies in the things i’ve done,the things i’ve given,the people i’ve eitherhurt or helped….the things i’ve fought for,win or lose….everything else, just wrappingson an old turtle’s shell….i wont live there anymore….but in everything that…

beaten, bruised, and hungry…would you see, would you know?if i prayed for you,with an old man’s hands,hard, calloused, and gentle…would you feel, would you know?if i prayed for you,with a mother’s tears,her daughter raped by your soldiers…would you change, would you know?if i prayed for you,with a homeless man’s heart,a human story untold…would you care,…