i dont see a white man, a black man, Hispanic,
Asian, or Native American…
i dont see male or female,
learned or unlearned, rich or poor…
i dont see Baptist or atheist, Muslim or Buddhist,
Catholic, straight or gay…
i see a human being.
i choose to respect you.
and expect the same from you!
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his granddaddy built
ground with his bare hands….that old tractor has plowedfields season after season…how many winters hasthat old barn seen?how many buckets of waterfrom that old well?how many childrenconceived and bornunder that tin roof?how many times hasthat fence been mended?how many potatoes andcanned goods storedin that old cellar?how many nights spent readingby candlelight….how many pensive eyesstaring through…
it takes the hand
to find the heartof a clownand paint it on the faceof a homeless manstanding by a barrelin the alley…that has no fire!to look in the barreland see an old mankneeling in front ofa sobbing child,deftly removing a splinterfrom his tiny shaking handwith an old rusted knife…while a sparrow takes flight,as the clouds on the horizoncome…
back about 30 years ago,
finally found a job… was lucky enoughto have a place to take a shower…sleeping in the backseat of a brokedown Ford Maverick… cold winter…got up and walked 4 miles to workevery morning,4 miles ‘home’ in theevening…went on for a couple months beforei got a place to live…so yes i know what homelessnessfeels like…and i cant…
simple shells,
and experience….once carried by life,now left behind,a gift? or just memory…echoing the soundof waves poundingsome far off shore….waiting for the handsof a child!
a poet, at best,
between the small childinside each of us,and the Mother’s breast!the simple strikingof the common match,that lights the fire,the broom that sweeps,yet has no name or need…the words of the prayerwe pray with every breath!
even the violent pray for peace.broken plans, empty hands,burning flags and stormy seas….wont buy the lie, it’s live or die,waiting for the clock to strike.drunk with loss, done paid the cost,too many fingers in the dike.the first day of forever begins now.tear it down, it doesnt matter how!tired of lying lips and sacred cows….the mind…