Tuesday, November 13, 2012

and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands
















The seasons changed
and left me behind
everyone told me
I'd be just fine
everyone, including you,
was begging me
to stay on the line

what are my chances
can I make it
another year
how much patience
how much strength
do I possess
do I have a choice at all
I choose today

today is my day
and what a beautiful day
no one can feel lonely
on such a beautiful day
this is my Mount Zion
this is my home
this is my sun, my sky, my air
this is a perfect day
and it is mine

tomorrow is more "suffering
in the furnace of affliction"
tomorrow awaits
and a thousand more conspire
I'm not stupid
I see them lining up
I see them
unholy and unabashed
I see them waiting for me
to surrender this beautiful day

wars and rape
are made of this struggle
this moment in time
I will never surrender
this coalesced  rhyme
is sandstone and Kristin Braley
three brothers at Chautauqua
girls in the summer rain
Leonids and northern lights
this moment in time
is beautiful
and it is mine.


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