The world whirls and breaks like a heart
into floating
splinters with water from the depths filling the cracks and canyons and on the
surface
no one knows what makes friends friends except the common colors and
dimensions
that make us wait for love
no don’t
run for it
lavish it
until the
world breaks again
from more love than can be held in the valleys and basins of
a mother’s arms
overflowing flooding
extinguishing distinguishing
the hatred of enemies for what it is and then it is gone for
it should not exceed the love for children
but it does but it
does
still, still, still
and carries the weight of the world into greater heaviness
crushing the babies’ heads
the sisters and little brothers scream until they
have no strength and
there is darkness and tears and gnashing of teeth and
the
earth heaves and wretches at the wretchedness
that makes houses shake and
fountains flow and wash away the trash and leave trash and
nothing matters
except cash except that’s false and there is hope that is not false because
love
always wins always
play that game with your spot of earth and the humans and
creatures upon it
welcome the stranger as a friend
welcome the one welcome the
two or three and dine with angels
dine with the familiar and the strange
until
it all joins in your heart and we are all new because of you and
that love that love
that love
that love
that changes like skipping stones that never sink
and there
is courage and there is mercy and there is beauty
even amidst the hungry stupor
the gladiator games
the big screens the sharp knives and tattered lives with
courage courage
courage
comfort comes to
let there be light
let there be light
let there be light
let there be light
and the darkness will not last because it cannot last where
there is light that shines
and the darkness does not understand but gives way
makes way for your God
2 comments:
Love it. I hope this is the poem you're painting on the canvas!
I think you said what the prophet Isaiah worked hard to say.
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