Saturday, November 26, 2011

Walking Psalm for Advent

He walks through walls
 walks through Uganda
He walks through Juan
he walks through, opening doors of tragic, breathless spaces
learning there may be scars where the magic
takes place

He walks through the veteran
 undone again
by her favorite plot and mulligan

The spousal abused
 , being confused,
keeps running back with open arms
to those fists who rebuked and refused

But, he walks through
with hands with holes where the palms should be
skin closing in on again and ripped out
by brokenness

Lonely man
Lonely Man, pietrozuco via flickr.

Lonely
man's got a million, you've
got a thousand, I'm
lucky if i could hold on to a hundred for more than a week
But then Rafta
he makes eight dollars a week, hardly any more
and owes nine to the company for room and board

Jesus,
he walks through the empire of America
knowing full well the cost of Liberia
hearing the justifications of every reporter, politician, broker and philosopher
and
the names and the scars and the hairs of every bloodied head in Kandahar


5 comments:

  1. Maritta Kuosa5:30 PM

    I loved this! It touched me..
    Especially the verse
    "But, he walks through
    with hands with holes where the palms should be
    skin closing in on again and ripped out
    by brokenness". :)

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  2. Thank you, Jason. Funny how us lefties just don't have that happy clappy down very well. ;-)

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  3. ....nobody knows but Jesus.

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  4. David A Marsilia8:23 PM

    nice work... very lyrical.

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