of humanity…
who know the tears,
and name the sorrows
that only darkness holds…
who nurse at the breasts
of the woman branded…
who wash her hands and feet
as she lays dying….
who hold the orphaned children
close… taking their sickness….
who pray with the murderers,
who share with the thieves.
who walk with the crippled,
and hold the shaking addict….
we are by them blessed….
to know them, and to care!
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the day we
on Japanhumanity steppedfrom the shadowsand choseto become God!a job for whichwe were not,and are notqualified!
if the sparrow builds a nest
then why not I?if the whale answers callsfrom across the ocean…then why not I?if the tree stands throughstorm after storm, season after season…then why not Iif the butterfly lives eternityin one precious moment…then why not! ?if the wind comes and goeswithout home or destination…then why not I?if the mountain waits in stillness,never asking what it’s…
that old man…
greets death with a scowl.shuffles barefoot to the bathroom,pees in defiance of the day.writes a letter to the President,or one to the editor.drinks a pot of black coffee,puts on his hat and his coat.tipping his hat to god,takes his dog for a walk.speaks little, never asks,for nothing from no one.sweeps the floor, washes his dishes,then…
i go to the church of human need,
inside trembling calloused hands….in tears on battle worn faces.inside the broken hearted,the beaten down, and the abused.in the addicts need, the murderer’srepentance, inside evry child.in the stray dog’s lonesome….in the cheater’s remorse….in those too tired to beanything other than honest….in naked sweaty grimy humanitybeing at best human!
they’re burning flags again….
cracking heads like eggs,yolk running down on hallowed ground….they’re burning flags again…soldier boys coming hometo no work, living in cars,no help, without a country…they’re burning flags again…your sister died giving birth.your brother-in-law cant get work,making meth in the tub…crying at night ‘neath a pictureof Jesus hanging on the cross….they’re burning flags again…small town football heroesin…
The Elders…
On the muted cries
Of the children.
On the screams of the women,
Raped, and butchered.
On the hides of the buffalo,
The wings of the crows…
Cannot speak, but for grieving.
Cannot pray, but for blood.
Cannot breathe, but for the wind…
Calling, for redemption!
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would that we knew,
would that we went,where the setting sun goes.would that our pride,gave way to our knees.would that our eyes,felt what we see.would that our prayers,had hands and feet.would that our minds,and our hearts would meet.would that our tongues,spoke familiar and true.would that the real me,met the real you!would that the bridge,be sure and crossed.would that love…
she walks barefoot,
a long flannel shirt…her long hair fallingdown her back…she’s drunk on Jesus,sunlight dances in her hair…she smells like coming home,her eyes soft as she hums.nothing needed, nothing asked,a prayer wrapped around…light born from shadow,the flower opens!
standing in front of the
‘here lies America,home of the free and brave,hard work and capitalism…ran with the beasts of profit,till the beasts turned on them,and swallowed their souls….here lies America!ashes to ashes…………. dust to dust! ‘
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majestic in watching silent yearning…decades and lifetimes wrappedinto every grain and knot….leafy blanket for the burningembryos of wing and child…..the last statement of an angry godwhose voice diffused into forgetfulness,whose open hands were ignored!cut, and fallen!the legacy of man!
iron on iron,
match to the fire,stick to stick..hand to hand,heart to heart.truth to desire,time to start…..skin to skin,soul to soul.birth to death,coal to coal…face to face,day to day.breath to breath,pray to stay!
there is a moment just before darkness,
when the senses come alive,and smell and taste take bodies.when the eyes see, really see,and there be no more need for words.when memories like trees walk into stillness,and the heart names every stone.when the butterfly becomes the teacher,and the dew is strong drink indeed.when scars and bruises put on their jewelry,and the soul becomes the…