Monday, May 21, 2012

Skipping Stones That Never Sink


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:

EMILY STAR said...

Love it. I hope this is the poem you're painting on the canvas!

kessia reyne said...

I think you said what the prophet Isaiah worked hard to say.