our believing has to evolve…. while having the
same roots, the plant changes, coming to fruition.
our thoughts and feelings ripen, or they rot.
we walk this path with eyes looking forward,
strengthened by the memory of what has been!
we are children of the forever dawn…
and the ghosts that disappear into setting sun!
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we travel whole lifetimes
struggling, fighting, loving,dreaming, believing against all doubt…to find our brothers and sisterslost in the passings,in the comings and goings,of birth and death…to find the face of our mother,in lands foreign and strange.to do the work of our fatherin the ruins of our shame…to know each other,the scents familiar;and hear the sound of our own heartsbeating…
god stepped from the shadows,
we walked in the rain,without so much as a word.it was as if everything that hurts,drained from my soul.and i was left empty,echoing the stillness in moonlight.and i thought if not tomorrow,or even yesterday,then let it be this moment.when beauty whispered in my ear,and the owl winked from the tree.nothingness flooded,taking away my name…allowing me…
the old woman,
clothes dirty and worn…lies alone in the bed,except for the cat…shadows whisper, she moans,as if closing a book.even the hungry walls are silent…the pages of the booktattered and yellowed.her teeth broken or gone,her fist clenched tight,the comfort of no one,the prayer to no god.the clock on the wall ticks amen…her spirit taken, her fist opened,a…
the gun in the hand
wearing the mask of oppression,is prejudice!the poison gases he sprays,are ignorance and fear.the bomb he dropsis absolute poverty.the flag that he waves,is corporate and consuming.the prophecy he speaksis a damned lie…we take the gun from his hand,when we dare to stand up,and demand the truth!
the sound of a small child crying
of a young woman sleeplesswaiting for daylightthe sound of church bells ringingnot too far awaythe sound of an old man dyingremembering how to praythe sound of two hearts breakinga thousand miles apartof the last tear a fallin’unseen in the darkthe sound of lifetimes wastedof a love that didnt lastthe sound of memories forgottenof a time…
let it not be so
must be named…nor each tree that is cut,without conscious knowledge.let us not try to confine the wind,nor to define freedom in an unspoken sky.let us not seek to erase the darkness,nor to infringe on the language of whales.let it not be ordained that we are gods,when the words we speak are empty.and most of all,…