why cant i write

where it goes, i go!where it ceases, i cease!when it speaks,it is with my voice.when it rattles the shutterson your windows closed…it is just me,wanting to come in!when it moans and howls,it is my bodyburning for yours!when it softly blows,i am caressing your face.when it brings the rain,i am coming for you…with a torch and…

put on your best clothes,picked up your Bible,got in your car anddrove to church…looking for Jesus…went to Sunday School,said a coupla prayers,listened to the preacher,sang a coupla hymns,made an offering…looking for Jesus…shook hands, patted backs,jumped in your carto hurry home…passed an old blind manin dirty clothesstanding on the corner…pulled in the drive…looking for Jesus…you just…

the language of the windwhispering through the trees….the mountains that listen in stillness.the baby’s mouth, eyes follow suit,the thundering wings of the moth,majestic in flight.the bleet of the sheep,the low growl of the bear.the rhythm of the water,pounding the shore….the moan of the lover,universal and primitive.the scent of the rain,just before it comes!the fit of…

of a book no one cares to read…anymore.having learned to trust what we feel,what we know that no one can take,and to question everything else!what we’ve lost merely feeds the fire,what we’ve given at all costs remains.and the truth we know is the pathwayof the heart… our feet bruisedby stones and hard travel… keep walking.this…

that reached for the breastsof the mother….lips swollen and parted,face bruised and distorted,left to rot…. in a dumpster.spit out by the system,trash begats trash…no one knows the nameof mother or child….in the land of Jesus,SUV’s and credit cards,not a prayer….not even a number!

Fight, work, give.Risk, lose, forgive.Taste, touch, haunt.Feel, breathe, grieve.Laugh, sing, shout.Kiss, believe, rise.Love…Live, die… But live!