yesterday's prayer today

11.01.05

Guide me in how to speak and what to say and when not to speak it.

From this lone star epicenter, I sit and wait for you to speak clearly with guiding hand. Footprints deep to glory in.

To where shall I go and why shall I get there – how?

Then, even a cripple can speak. It’s walking that’s hard - here. But I want to get somewhere beyond these words and images, thoughts of what could and should be - art. Pour in the light on this sacred fuzzy path towards who I am to become – Jesus.



Look to the right o’ this lonesome word to be defined on Holy page.
The left needs looking after: food shelter, hug.
Above your pages wars with men and health.
Below your binding tired eyes adapt to darkness.

Quickly the sickly
Disguise grace as racial
Equities in handouts
Option-out of responsibility

The sickly page-stuck
Theologic mind-funk
Remove reading glasses
To wipe tired eyes

Not the blind eyes
Dying for life
On either side
Of black-white words

That simple step back
Widened-lenses
Focus as central
Not book, simply a look
A learn
A listen
A step towards
Those huddled under
Pale lights, questioning - gasping
for Air