Scars Lose their Luster
(“The Lord gives his people strength; the Lord grants his
people security.” Psalm 29:11)
Scars
lose their luster only in the eyes of those
who have never seen the strength it takes to
stand in the way while soundwaves encircle
like sharks.
who have never seen the strength it takes to
stand in the way while soundwaves encircle
like sharks.
It
takes a different breath to blow summer bubbles than
to extinguish birthday candles. The gentle air slides inside
the soapy film and it folds upon itself. The huge inhale and
puffed out cheeks whoosh past the wicks and complete the
next stage of gray. Each, in their own way,
are rainbow art and photography.
to extinguish birthday candles. The gentle air slides inside
the soapy film and it folds upon itself. The huge inhale and
puffed out cheeks whoosh past the wicks and complete the
next stage of gray. Each, in their own way,
are rainbow art and photography.
Look
closely at the cratered face,
there once was something magic there,
there once was something magic there,
that
either disintegrated upon impact
or was excised by the scalpels of a thousand tongues.
or was excised by the scalpels of a thousand tongues.
Look
clearly at the furtive eyes,
there once was something sparkling there,
that either evaporated upon drought
or was dispatched by the hackles of a thousand guns.
there once was something sparkling there,
that either evaporated upon drought
or was dispatched by the hackles of a thousand guns.
And
still, and swinging on the pendulum of song…
It is
the power that allows the widow to cry,
it is the peace that encourages the barroom reply,
it is the abundance that fully walks upon the earth,
it is the language that defines all as equal worth;
all is spiritual in the tongue of the redeemed.
it is the peace that encourages the barroom reply,
it is the abundance that fully walks upon the earth,
it is the language that defines all as equal worth;
all is spiritual in the tongue of the redeemed.
It is
gritty, not ghostly;
it is dirt clods not prayer cloths.
It is cattle and hay, new births and old departures.
All and in all, the strength is as the day.
it is dirt clods not prayer cloths.
It is cattle and hay, new births and old departures.
All and in all, the strength is as the day.
We
will, and swaying on the compasses of song…
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