a man apologized to me today. he said that he had been just sick about the "incident" between us and i did my best to forgive him. in truth i had already forgiven him in my heart but i had needed to speak with him to process our dispute formally. there would be no real processing though because we had each regretted that our encounter had ended the way that it did.
a man looked me flat in the face today and respectfully, thoughtfully, honestly proved how big a man he is. his vulnerability and respect for relationships impressed me. how seriously he takes the modelling of an example for young people will keep me impressed no end.
this is a true human. he deserves my respect and he has it. he's the bigger man.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Orphans of God
i will rise from my bed
with a question again
as i work to inherit the restless wind
the view from my window
is cold and obscene
i want to touch what my eyes have not seen
but they packaged our virtue
in cellulose dreams
and sold us the remnants til our pockets are clean
til our hopes fall 'round our feet
like the dust of dead leaves
and we end up looking like what we believe
we are soot covered urchins
running wild and unshod
we will always be remembered as the Orphans of God
they will dig up these ruins
make flutes of our bones
and blow a hymn to the memory of the Orphans of God
like bees in a bottle
we're flying at faith
beating our wings against the walls of this place
unaware that the struggle
is the blood of the proof
in choosing to believe the unbelievable truth
they have captured our siblings
they have rendered them mute
disputed our lineage and poisoned our roots
we have bones from the broken
who have broken their oaths
and we're out on the street with a lump in our throats
we are soot covered urchins
running wild and unshod
we will always be remembered as the Orphans of God
they will dig up these ruins
make flutes of our bones
and blow a hymn to the memory of the Orphans of God
a hymn to the memory of the Orphans of God
- Mark Heard
with a question again
as i work to inherit the restless wind
the view from my window
is cold and obscene
i want to touch what my eyes have not seen
but they packaged our virtue
in cellulose dreams
and sold us the remnants til our pockets are clean
til our hopes fall 'round our feet
like the dust of dead leaves
and we end up looking like what we believe
we are soot covered urchins
running wild and unshod
we will always be remembered as the Orphans of God
they will dig up these ruins
make flutes of our bones
and blow a hymn to the memory of the Orphans of God
like bees in a bottle
we're flying at faith
beating our wings against the walls of this place
unaware that the struggle
is the blood of the proof
in choosing to believe the unbelievable truth
they have captured our siblings
they have rendered them mute
disputed our lineage and poisoned our roots
we have bones from the broken
who have broken their oaths
and we're out on the street with a lump in our throats
we are soot covered urchins
running wild and unshod
we will always be remembered as the Orphans of God
they will dig up these ruins
make flutes of our bones
and blow a hymn to the memory of the Orphans of God
a hymn to the memory of the Orphans of God
- Mark Heard
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