Dreaming of Paradise

Death of a Dream

How does a dream die?
Does it die from a gunshot?
Can a bullet puncture its lungs
Its heart or brain?
Can a knife cut open its belly
So that it staggers across the
Scene to bleed out
Over the course of an hour?

Or is it a slow death?
Does a dream die in a hospital
On life support
With an array of machines
To keep it breathing and the heart beating?
Does it die from a wasting disease
A cancer that destroys it from the inside
Until the dreamer finally agrees
With tearful eyes and breaking heart
To sign the “Do Not Resuscitate”?

Does a dream die in glory
Or in hospice?


The Marble Pillars

The Bronze Statue fell
Off the white, marble pillars
Which remained rooted
Having spent too long
Crushing the red and black earth below
For them to care the least
About a cheap bronze statue.
Instead they stood
The words engraved upon them
Intact and enshrined
He has excited domestic insurrections…”

See me

Can you see me?
Can you see my sins
Splattered across my face
And arms and back?
Crimson red
Scarlet blood coats me.

You see how I have stolen from you
Your job
Your welfare
Your taxes.
You see my laziness and treachery
And tell me as much
With every lash of your tongue.
I am the child of immigrants
And my skin is too dark to be clean.

You see my arrogance, my pride
My disdain for a simple life
And you point to my degree as proof.
You point at my words as proof
That I must be hiding some dangerous secret
Some dangerous thought.
You attack me with my own diplomas.

Do you see me though?
Do you see my face
And neck and arms
And back and shoulders
Covered in blood stains?

Come, let us reason together
For these stains are not my sins
But the evidence of your sins against me.
Come, let us reason together
I don’t care about the stains.

A prayer of repentance

NOTE: The following is a prayer that a friend of mine and UMC pastor posted on Facebook shortly after events in Charlottesville VA on 8/12/2017.  It is meant as a corporate, liturgical prayer.  It is posted with permission of the author.

For the ways in which I have benefited from the oppression and dehumanization of others,
Lord forgive and cleanse me. Continue reading “A prayer of repentance”

Birthday Candle

My Lord asked me what I wanted for my birthday this year.

“Do you think we can all
Stop hating,
Just for a couple of days?
Do you think we can all
Be honest enough
To admit our hatred
And stop?”

My Lord said nothing but gave me hug
And we cried together for a time.

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