Archive | June 2017

When I Wake

Sometimes when I wake

I am not sure

Where I have been

Dreams are like that

A soft focus

Vague outlines

An imagined universe

Where the rules

Never quite apply

 

Sometimes when I stop

Doing whatever it was

That kept me busy

I am not sure

Where I am

What kind of world is this?

A harsh light

Batters my eyes

And I awake

To the suffering

All around our world

 

Hold me in a dream

Bring me home

To that land

Where hope

Love and justice thrive

Peace at last

A soft focus

A sweet dream

 

 

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Grief #Orlando

Remembering, a year later..

Sermons, Poetry, and Other Musings

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Where will our grief go

If our tears should ever dry?

Where will our fear go

If our heartbeats ever slow down again?

Where will our rage go

If our bodies ever stop their shaking?

Our lives, our loves, are a river

Try to damn it though they do

Kill us with bullets and Bibles

Ban us from bathrooms

And let the white rapists go free.

Hearts breaking,

Bodies shaking

Still we flow

On forever on

Until we finally swim free

In that warm sea

Filled by our tears.

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Tired and Yearning

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“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”  – Emma Lazerous

 

Tired so tired

We need another golden door.

Our own poor masses

No longer can breathe

The toxic soup of lies

That spew from factories of hate

 

Refuse fills our beaches

While children drown

On other shores

Homeless walk the streets

Of every town

In our “good ole USA”

 

Time to huddle

Time to pray

Time to plot

And way past time

To lift our lamps

Raising our voices

High and clear.

 

Yearning

Working

To  dry the tears

Of our Lady, Liberty.