we too often forget

causing the candle to flicker,the curtains to walk?could it be the wind,making shapes of shadow?and that long shaking moanyou feel in your bones?the wind that whispersin voices almost remembered.that tugs at the doorto your forbidden room?that taste of blacknessfrom an empty cup?could it be the wind,or something more?

individual rights,standing up for collectiverights, and for equality…are not, are notbelligerent acts!we’re not buying the lie!

& the mud & the cholera of Haiti…amidst the bodies & the children crying;and He turned back towards Jerusalem,weeping for the sins of apathyto be crucified again.i dreamt Jesus came back last night& walked thru the streets & the cities of America…thru the addiction & the poverty,the homelessness, the prejudice, the lostness…to the halls &…

both the slave,and the slave owner…both the cross,and the gun!both the sheep and the wolf,both the fire, and the rain.both the truth and the lie,the spirit, and the profit.both darkness and light,both the cell, and freedom!winds blown by choice,choice molded by experience.

laden sky…. knows!the leaves on the tree,getting ready to turn,and fall… know!that old chair rockingin the soft summer breeze,a mind of its own… knows!that marker in the cemetary,half covered by brush,forgotten… knows!the baby bornwithout asking, leftin a dumpster… knows!the young man dyingin a land foreign and wasted,alone, alone… knows!do you?

to the jagged rocks below.wings scorched, flying tooclose to the sun….eyes stinging with the dustof a thousand worldsthat have come and gone…sweat glistening on the marksand bruises left by struggle.the stink of fear clutchingat our throats, heavy on our chests…we stare into each other’s eyes,without a word, join hands,and make the leap….flying, or falling….as one!