ain’t never wondered
if
you were there
or
not
cuz’
i’ve been carrying
this
holy book
as
my shield
since
i was young
and
force fed
to believe
without
doubt
there
was
some higher
power
than man
as well as
purpose
for
my life
but
as
i’m saying
this final prayer
surrounded
by
the rotting flesh
of
innocent lives
i’m
just wondering
if
you’ve
ever
been
there
if i should die before i wake i hope that love has been my fate that arms at night have held me tight that love’s pure light has warmed life’s night and more than this i pray that love has found its way from god above
great bird holding up the sky smile upon the dead lift their spirits with you into the sky so that god might grasp their hand and pull them from this misery called earth blend them with the stars so they might light the way for those left behind
bapa dola said hate and anger are like ficus seeds perhaps embedded at first with righteousness but if not removed by hands of forgiveness in prayer their roots soon reach down into the very soil of the soul and upward into the canopy of the mind blocking all light of reason in time strangling all that was or could be leaving only a hollow core
aunt bea said i’ve never quite understood why some folks pray so loud including some pastors i’ve know but my point is if you are with god then god is with you so you needn’t pray but have as they say a little talk
Read Between the Minds 