tick tock, growling thunder,

the ears that listen to his need,the heart that stays beside him.the mind that shows him a better way….the spirit that believes!

If I crossed the distance,And unlocked your door?If I drank your moon,And swallowed your fire?If I fell from the ground,To your farthest star?If I knitted your soul,And carved your heart?If I fed your desire,And swept your doubt?If I spoke your name,In a forgotten speak?If I wiped your tears,And wrote your thoughts?If I kissed you there!

the brush in the artist’s hand,the hand that empties the litter box.the gun that jams,the coffee that boils.the prayer of a small child,answered in his mother’s arms.all i ask, and ever want to be…forgotten form, formless remembered,the box that holds the gift!

but if they be true,they have the same last name!Compassion!until we understand this abiding truth,we cannot go further on our individualpaths to eternity!

and the tired, the poor,and the huddled massesthat came from the endsof the earth…to stand, to live, andto be free…are losing the groundon which they stood…the cracked bell sits in silence…swords into plowsharesback to swords…hands that once planted,built, fixed, and loved…are now fists!the wounded lion pushedinto a corner,throws back its headand roars!the fight for freedombegins…

and what path we’re on…when one star looks like another,in the darkest of skies.when each board in the bridge,seems just another cross to carry.when we look behind us,and there are no footprintsin the sand.…when the prayer we prayed,keeps haunting sleepless nights.when after we’ve given our all,we find we have something left to lose.when we light…