The First Time

what if in time
every moment came back,
and lived for us again?
would we change?
would we stop?
would we cling?
would we touch?
would we shed a tear?
would we dance?
would we give? ...

so, why didnt we
the first time?

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Sudden Glimpse!

what if you woke up,
and realized,
that the old, foul smelling,
dirty clothes, unshaven
wino in the parking lot,
trying to bum a couple bucks...

was God?

how would that change
the way you look at things?

well... He is!

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Name It Love

if the wind calls to me tonight,
then i will follow.
if the rain should begin to fall,
i will bow in gratitude.
if the moon whispers through the trees,
then i will listen.
if my heart demands an answer,
i will name it love!

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Had To Let Go

the hands that grasped
the ledge, clinging for life,
had to let go...

in order for the wings
to learn to fly!

the heart that grasped
your heart, clinging for love,
had to let go...

in order for your heart
to return again!

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If The Cost Of Loving...

if the cost of loving
be my life....
then may death taste

of your lips...
wrap around me
like your arms;

cover me with your body,
ride with me the wind,
plunging ino wetness...

with the last fire,
and the first dawning!

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Still Drunk With Sleep

i woke up
with your hand
...on my longing...

from some distant sphere.
pulsing, throbbing, hoping,
till
...my
....heart
......broke,

and fell
....like
......morning
........dew,

on your eyelids,
..still drunk with sleep!

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For Every Child...

be there not a star
for every child that's born?
and is every birth then,
not the rebirth of redemption?
is every life then not a journey,
from Gethsemene to Golgotha?
a thousand tiny deaths,
that bring salvation and hope!

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The Spoon... (In Our Hands)

the spoon in our hands
digs the graves of starving children.
our choice to turn away,
buries those afflicted by war.
when we take first,
without a thought to giving...
we bury the body of god,
among the poor and the homeless.

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Kind Words

kind words....

fall
..like
....rain
on
..a
....tin
......roof

too often lost in the shuffle.

an open heart

receives
...and
.....turns
.......the
.........bowl
...........over

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I And You

i am only as free,
as i allow you to be.
the respect i've earned,
the respect i have for you.
my idea of truth,
no more important than yours.
the hunger i feed
is the hunger you feel...
i cannot be me,
without you being you!

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