with no hand to hold against the night,
no kindred spirit, no flame of hunger.
we speak, there is no answer,
only the waiting that sweats & weeps.
the formless bound in a thousand faces
each yearning to be held, and named.
we who sit at the feet of angels…
and drink alone…
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snow thunder…
…groans…..for itself,the mountains weepin…..perfect……stillness,ashes to ashes,…God demands form!
peace is not
not a vision,not delusion.not what comes after war!now an act of cowardicenot a spiritual emotionnot the gift of deathafter an angry lifepeaceisthelastbreathof airinthis darknessthe only roadthat leadsout of hell!peace is theheart of Godmanifestedin the actionsof compassionatemen with dirty hands!
will my next step
heal the sick?give solace to the lonely?find housing for the homeless?help save the rain forests?help save mountains and riversfor my children’s children?stop the killing of whales?the killing of women and children?help eradicate prejudice?stand for freedom and dignity?bring hope to the hopeless?well… will it?
we light the torch of freedom
to every facea hand in every hand,a cup and a bowlbefore every hungry soulwe light the torch of freedomwhen we restore dignityin our every actionwhen we take responsibilityfor every thought,every word,every deed.we light the torch of freedomwhen we give more thanwe can afford to.give unconditionally,give without remorse!we light the torch of freedom
i dreamt…
i stood in the netherlands,waiting for what came next…i heard a voice,that made my soul tremble…a voice that had eyes.‘are you here to judge me? ‘ i asked.there was a great silence…then these words cut through the dark:‘no, judge yourself! ‘