on my grave
when i’m gone…
bring in a preacher,
sing a couple old hymns…
if it makes you feel better….
but my testament,
and my only word,
lies in the things i’ve done,
the things i’ve given,
the people i’ve either
hurt or helped….
the things i’ve fought for,
win or lose….
everything else, just wrappings
on an old turtle’s shell….
i wont live there anymore….
but in everything that moves
and groans, that shakes
and tremors, that breaks and falls…
in every breath of life….
i will remain!
with angel’s wings and demon’s dreams,trying to rhyme the holy sound.into the depths of human need,far past the touch of grasp.the broken glass feel of the naked real,that doesnt have to ask!we forge our peace with weapons of war,our gods are never satisfied.swords converting, phallic spurting,deciding who lives and who dies.we drink the earth with…
come dance with Me!let go of your inhibitions,let go of the thingsyou think you must have….let go of yesterday, today,and tomorrow….let go of your pain and suffering….come dance with Me…we’ll change darkness into dawn,and name all the small creatureswhose souls are My voice!
Who profess equality,While building walls.Who speak of freedom,But only in hushed tones.Who fight over religion,And judge by skin color.Who bury our heads,Turn and walk away.Who drink our children’s blood,And borrow against their dreams.Who stand for justice,But only for the few.Who rewrite our past,And whitewash our sins.Who steal from the poor,And call it fair profit.Who hate…
you’re in your late fifties,forty years of on-the-job experience….and your job shuts down!you lose everything you’ve worked forin an instant…. no job, no future…and no degree!invisible people with hard earned callouses….dedicated moral earn their way people…not everyone wants…to be a Walmart greeter!
sweaty, cumstained,bloody, grimy, bruised…human bodieshugging each other,digging together,as one, as many…diverse, unique, tiedto the one…with their godsholding lanterns,and carrying water!
& the mud & the cholera of Haiti…amidst the bodies & the children crying;and He turned back towards Jerusalem,weeping for the sins of apathyto be crucified again.i dreamt Jesus came back last night& walked thru the streets & the cities of America…thru the addiction & the poverty,the homelessness, the prejudice, the lostness…to the halls &…
