Word Pieces X
Balance
A round about a square
rolls over and over again
with the obtuse gestures
of an angel with no wings
I find myself two times too
going over and over the equation
making balance the only answer
to reshaping the inevitable
forms of God
Family Man
London; a man on the bus gave
hand to the child who cries eternally
Tomorrow will wait to visit
and so will I in Bulgaria
Teach me the African truth with large eyes
And wrap me a three year old
with a blanket around Moscow
Somehow there is enough fish so
tomorrow bring us all with the
help of each together
For we are after all One
Chrome
one heart in unison
sings and breathes
soft words of wisdom
to a world of
chrome-plated people
waiting for the
beatific vision or the
eucharistic splendor
to give
tender meaning
to the people and
perils of darkness
Us Alone
As we settle at dusk we hold
in hand the four fingered balm of Gillead
trusting in the healing elixir of love
Of peace and hope in the resurrection of the dawn of forgiveness
We believe in the soothing powers of our Wormwood vices
And sleep on the bed of the nails of atonement
We hope beyond hope that we can save ourselves
And hope that we are all we need
It would be so much easier that way
to believe
we will be forgiven for doing the same
thinking the same
being likewise
the same
As our Old Testament brothers who wandered
in the wilderness of their sins for eons
telling God they would be a different -
three fingered tomorrow
two the next
but then again wondering why
the Red Sea did not part for them
Turning again after disobeying most of the Ten
And thinking that sorrow would mend
the broken threads of our pledge to God
to be different than the forces of evil
to stray from the wickedness of our nature
to be the intended pure incarnations of
Adam and Eve
Yet the we are trapped in the in eternal cycle
God save
God protect us
from our ourselves and our constant
pledges that mean naught
hold naught
believe naught of what we say
Beyond the belief
that we are sufficient unto ourselves