in my gnarled and
battered old hand…
and feels like home!
your fleeting smile
a cup of water,
a tree giving shade
against the sun.
what you say
never speaking a word!
what you give…
without looking back!
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peace is not
it is the presenceof life in allof it’s fullness!never won byguns and bombs…achieved by letting goof fear and ignorance.peace begins within,and then spreads,when actions meetthe true heart’s intent.peace is a verbof the spirit…the answer tothe question not asked!
this body, made of straw,
leaving only the faint scent of eggs,the echoed imprint of wings.no more, and no less,than the branch, than the tree,than the memory of sunlight,and the haunt of rain.freedom sheds its bark,god is buried beneath leaves…perhaps only snow can transform.only voices linger,nay it be not names!while squirrels devour the nutsof a thousand passions!nests be not wings,…
stolen moments…
from my father to my sonand his wife….and my granddaughter,who at nine monthsfinds great joyin the smallest of things….this is what we havethat we cant afford to lose,this, and only this….family, and the wonderof the world through….a child’s eyes!
what we look for is something deeper
the taste, we long for the substance.we run afraid of the dark towards theneon lights… but we long for chocolate,for broth, for fruit, for just bakedbread. we hear the rumor of ecstasy,but we settle for the numbness of notbeing alone… for we fear ourselves,and what is behind the door! we jumpinto bed and pant against…
if we all took one candle,
one candle…symbolizing peace,within and without;celebrating understanding,and the willingness to understand.symbolizing compassion,and the desire to acceptall men and women just as they are…the dedication to feed the hungry,house the homeless,and heal the sick….one candle…one humanity, diverse and individual,praying, working, sweating, loving together….the dignity of onedefining the dignity of all…lit one candle,and put it in the window…
tis breath, then…
that taking hands touches.that shaping lips kisses.that barks, howls, groans, and chirps…that is the lift beneath wings.that is both scent and journey.that is the language between us.defining one inside the other…tis breath, then….(that being fire, becomes fire.that being human, becomes human.that leaving body, becomes spirit.that being lonely, takes a body.that naming god, does not know.that…