I have a friend
who wonders
where the friends have all gone
why the feast tables
have overturned
and the food has rotted
on the floor
and no one comes into
their space anymore…
except by accident
joy was the fuel
that drove the celebration
but the tank is empty
next station – 400 miles
and our wheels are spinning
in ground that is soaked
with a million un-wiped tears
so much to do
that nothing gets done
FEED! CLOTHE! VISIT! HEAL!
vanished in this day’s whirlwind
while the people cry
"where are you!"
and you respond –
I AM.
whispers in a gray face
bruises in a dark place
loneliness seeking grace
I AM.
I have a friend
who wonders
why we gather anymore
what we seek
as we chase after the wind
that chases after us
look –
fire looms over our heads
let it fall
let it consume
don’t hide
too great a cost
this Pentecost lost
Harnessing Chaos 