In times like these, unity is crucial.
Originally posted on 1-7-12, with music.
What is flesh, but a creation?
A limited fuse lit by an unseen hand-
Can it heal?
Can it grow?
and we don’t have to lift a finger.
What is flesh, but a wrapper,
much like a candy bar,
or a tiny mint-
a mask for something more defined
a shirt for our thoughts,
socks for our feelings,
a jacket for our innermost workings-
we can spend years crying tears of all
or smiling moonlit smiles…
with or without the courage to move
forward, or backward,
with or without the strength to stand on
What is flesh, but a creation-
what is creation, but a thought turned into
and action, a collection of concerted
and all we have to do is continue to
The sun…it always shines*
He painted the surface of the
moon with doubt,
and filled each crater with tears,
as his breath painted the night sky with
mist spewed into the chill of winter,
fast and frantic and desperate-
he knelt in the snow and prayed,
the sun dried his face clean,
and taught him the power of words
and the truth behind them,
of expression, and the freedom
that it dealt,
of self belief,
and the healing that it sows,
of change, and the foundation that it
one foot on the ground and another
on the mountain,
perched tall on the moon while gazing
always searching ahead for the next
preparing for the next battle,
dreaming of the next hurdle,
planning the next adventure
and refusing to settle for less…
all while savoring each second
of the present*