I pray for Jill

I see her face
once filled with courage
now looking thinner
and distraught

her purpose is noble
she is not the enemy
truth is her goal

if I were her mother
I could not sleep
I would be inconsolable

her own mother appears
strong for her daughter's
sake

what can I do...but pray
keeping them
in the front of my thinking
staying with them
in my heart

praying on their behalf
for all that they need
to bear this burden
to give their minds
occasional release
from this torture

I can only do this

I can only do this. . .

to market, to market to buy a fine pig.......

I love the Webster Street Market
I go every Saturday
to see friends
to mill among the market folk

farmer Dan and his family
raise free range chickens
and everything else
organic
you can thing of
they just had a new baby

there is usually live music
today it was the down home
stompin variety
fans toss dollars
into their bango case

I secretly wish I could play. . .

I had my usual cabbage roll
it hits the spot
my toe taps to the music
as I breathe in the scent of cabbage

sometimes I stop by the candle shop
I chat with the clerk
I adore the lace
wall hangings he sells

Then it's
home again
home again
jiggety jig

Renewed . . . .refreshed
with the belief that
neighbors do exist
in 2006

will I know you when I see you....

will you be tall and thin
will I recognize you by your
s mi l e

do you have brown hair or black
what will you be wearing

will your eyes betray what you know
will I know you know my secrets

OR

will you merely pass unnoticed
and the opportunity for friendship

will be

l i k e it

o r not

s a d

t h i n g s happen

today I pondered

while my class read
I pondered the universe
from pictures
in the magazine, ASTRONOMY

there are many times
I wish I could leave
the confines
of my body

and explore

I can't believe
the human mind
would want to
put up with
such confinement

in flesh and bones


when all
it would take
is
imagination

to leave the
boundary of skin

M.L.K.

what he said in the 60's
is still revelant

prophetic voice
God. . . . speaking

showing
the way

why must
we always
destroy
the prophets

violence is
the way of
fight
evil-
aspire to be
radical

dreams. . .

3 nights of dreaming
about water

water rising
water threatening
to invade
a sanctuary

I am panicking
sometimes alone
sometimes begging
others to leave
before its too late

and the water will
overtake the illusion
of safety

they do not listen
to my cries
but try alternate
methods of
building barriers

I can "see" these
will not work

as the water is
crashing
getting higher
seeping in
everywhere

my chest is
tight with fear

and one appeared
with barbed wire
around his throat
and head

I awoke with
the residue of fear
wondering why

when I consider
water my friend

that so much unease
is there

it takes more than one....

Who did I see today?

Who did I encounter passing
the time of day?

Who will I see again...
maybe today
was that once in a lifetime
c o n t a c t

Humans everywhere

some I connect with
some I dismiss

But we're all apart of
God's body
whether I acknowledge
that or not

my ego tells me
I am important
in that body

but in the end
all are needed

and to survive

that is best done
with cooperation. . . .

I need you....you need me

I need you
you need me

we're all apart
of God's body

stand with me
agree with me

we're all apart
of God's body

It is his will
that every need
be supplied

you are important to me
I need you to survive