Friday, September 27, 2013

periodic bread

Pentecost +19 — Year C

daily bread is a dream
for countless millions
were it only one
weeping would be in order

weeping cleans the eye
for compassion to enter
banquets to be open
open sores closed

for now we are stuck
mistaking plenty
as effect from our cause

we are stuck to a whirlwind
feeding on its own
until its moment gone
a rainbow left standing

too late we worry about our own
having not cared about others
we are invisible to ourselves
too self-satisfied to be warned

when warning is ignored
there is no easy fix
commonality in death
is all that’s left

too late smart
threats block change
follow G*D out of any garden
weeping all the way

laughing all the way
for old irony
brings sufficient insight
to change from within

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I Cannot Sleep by Malvina Reynolds

We Have Fed You All for a Thousand Years
     Song (click “show more” for lyrics)

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