history forever?
was it His death on
the cross? or was it
His life, the way He lived?
He dared to live compassion
with human hands… knowing
the risk, He took it….
He knew that all lives
are connected… and lived
what He knew to be true….
‘the kingdom of heaven
within you…’
His death merely an extension
of His life… the final step
of a long journey….
‘the way, the truth, and the life…’
compassion, compassion, compassion…
God’s hands are human!
where spirits gothat cannot sleep.where near is farand far is deep…and i kept the silence!i’ve tasted the wineof human blood.known the flowerstill in bud.danced in the moonlight,bathed in the mud…and kissed the fertile wind!i’ve cried the tearsof oppressed and broken.tended the fireswell past smoking.kept the faithpast point of hoping…now words have failed!i’ve born the crossGod…
and wont say thingsyou want to hear.the truth is the truth,i paint the picture naked.but i do so with the knowledgethat we are all human,very much so.i dont judge other people.i dont sell out.i dont care about convenience.and i wont blindly follow.and at this age,i wont shut up till i’m ready,and i wont back down.i’ll…
thinking about children gone,and branches that diverged.thinking about women lost,in the aisles of churches, and department stores.thinking about hours burned,under the hot lamp of striving.scratching his name on the cover of the book,he closed his eyes to dream.yet somehow couldnt get rid of the tasteof children’s pajamas,the smell of the perfumeof kitchens…and the light in…
just as important as every other.every citizen has to have equal rights,whether black or white,rich or poor, gay or straight.whether they believe in the same god,in another, or in none.whether they speak english,or another language.whether they are educated,or not!every citizen has to have an equal chance,for employment, for education,for housing, for love and happiness.and every…
cry for the mountains,the valleys, and rivers.i am man,the warrior naked,muscled dark and lean.with eyes borrowed from the hawk,and hands that turn the ground.i bear the feet of time determined,the marks of the whip scar my back.with hardened phallus,and panting breath,i follow the trail of the wolves.i am woman,the warrior naked,long hair swept by the…
love is an abyss…the part of youthat you giveforms the bridge…give your all!
