The Song Of Blood
the call of the ages,
the song of blood...
the prayer deep and silent,
the cross chosen and carried.
the hand that is miracle,
the eyes that search,
the spirit that is wind...
the prophecy of experience!
crying out for a distant God,
we found our own selves.
returning to the cave,
dancing shadows by the fire.
from darkness conceived,
molded by flesh into light.
the answer and the promise,
held captive by the heart...
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Whatever The Cost!
into the wetness, ,
lips burnt and bare..
hard hands gone soft,
thoughts falling like drizzle.
gentle, almost tugging,
pulled close to the fire.
till singed, still smoking,
left in the darkness to die.
a thousand deaths though it be,
with each a universe conceived.
the walls of Rome crumble,
to the shouts and the horns.
a crucifix, and a blade,
sharp on both edges.
the taste of blood and beginning,
raw, simple, and strong...
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If We Worked Today...
if we worked today
with equal hands,
with equal hearts,
and with equal backs...
if we worked today
with equal souls,
we'd build a world
worth dying for!
if we worked today
with honest hands,
with honest hearts,
and with honest backs...
if we worked today
with honest souls,
we'd build a world
worth dying for.
if we worked today
with loving hands,
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Made By Hand
made by hand....
dreams woven
in a fine cloth....
steps made of stone,
laid one upon the other.
shelter made of oak,
cut and hauled,
nailed together in the sun,
able to stand the night.
this window made of glass,
allowing light and dark
to intertwine....
this old bed made of pine....
the path to the doorway
laid with pine needles....
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Ribbons Of Soul...
if i could find
the address of your heart...
i'd send you all the things
i've seen, i've felt, and i've known...
all the tiny wonders,
all the precious moments,
all the touching, crying, kissing,
holding and believing...
all the joy, sadness, struggle,
miracles, and weeping...
all the raw beauty,
all the truth and dignity,
all the hopes of freedom...
wrapped in a cardboard box
covered with many colored paper,
tied up with ribbons of soul...
postage paid in advance!
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Undiscovered
no one to drink with -
no one to talk to...
if a man is an island,
i lie undiscovered.
do old men make good lovers?
do you burn old books?
or use them for your pillow?
and the old pair of jeans
you just wont throw away
still feels good on your ass!
tired of reading old newspapers,
i changed the candle by the bed.
swept the floor, took out the trash,
carried the broken branches
to the woods
is that my hand knocking?
or merely a breath of wind
rustling your curtains?
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Would You.... (Love Me?)
would you then love me?
for i am nothing but the wind.
i roam the earth with passion.
i have no home.
i carry the voices
of hunger and need.
are you then the rain?
falling on the good and the evil.
giving without asking,
touching deep without guilt.
dialogue, and encounter,
we rock the darkness.
leaving the trace of our madness,
in branches blown asunder...
and small puddles of water,
in the cracks in the pavement...
that children will wake to,
and leap over with awe!
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Have Names!
sirens and lights
rape the night sky;
beaten, terrorized,
loaded like cattle
and taken away.
while on the stage,
the puppets turn,
voices piped in from afar....
the homeless family
breaks in a vacant house....
the children hushed and
huddling for warmth....
lights from a passing car,
on the sign, foreclosed!
food scraps taken from the trash,
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Listen, Just Listen!
years ago...
i worked in a hospital
as a male aide.
and i used to sit
with the elderly,
as they lay dying,
who often had no family
to be there.
and i learned one of
the great truths of life...
listen!
to the stories of living,
to both the pain,
and the joy,
in the voice...
to the hope that
can only be faith...
to the hum of love.
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May Peace Sleep
sometimes it is best
for the night to take its own...
for the moon to pray,
and the trees to weep.
the heart once spoken need not say more,
and the wind needs not definition.
wise men came and left their gifts as such,
and the owl waits in stillness...
and the simple carpenter builds a house,
believing it will be some stranger's home.
a glowing dropp of rain that fell,
as if a star, or nothing...
i thank each of you for who you are,
may peace sleep beneath your pillows!
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