we have become old…

containing thunder, lightning,and the buds of coming spring…tainted with oil drippingfrom an old car that wont run.sunlight dances, almost held,every dawn and sunsetthat has been, or will be…heavy fog, waiting…

the hunger in my heart has a reason,the light in my eyes is God’s breath…i still believe…the prayer i cant pray i live,the debt i cant pay still haunts me.the love i leave on the doorstepwill stand the test of time.i still believe…the forgiveness i need i have given.the mistakes i have made dont own…

injustice on rampage,by the handsof a would be god!morality bartered,righteousness tainted.the system swallows,souls disappear!those that enforce,and those that send…above the law,without question or cost.justice defined by color,by possessions, by privilege.while poverty rapes,and despair sings in chorus.the backs bent neath the blow,the brows marked by the whip.the spirits marked by prisonsthat count dollars and change.while the…

a mad rush to Walmart,a fight for the deal….too many lights, too many adds,credit cards and borrowed diamonds….plastic Jesus’s ‘neath plastic trees!and all the while the soup kitchenstruggles to keep up….the shelters already full….and the homeless walk the streets.young men dying overseas,young men and women dying on our streets…a boy waits in his cellfor a…

new budding treesreach out to touch.just a hint of coolness,the distant smell of woodsmoke.people pass in a hurry,all headed home.and so we are,at sundown and waiting.remembered in color,forgotten by touch.hurrying aftera scent in the distance,all headed home…all headed home!

there are logs to split,and bricks to lay….a fire to tend,and flowers to plant.broken wings to heal,centipedes to liberate….small things to do,small words to speak…for i am not yet done with living,and living’s not done with me!