I give myself over to the love of justice.
and follow the coyote to where love and honesty lead me,
no matter how muddy the path.
Feed me the burgoo of my own folly.
Grind me a grain of mustard seed
and I will see what moves a termite mound.
Hell
is when fear tells us
that the sun has set our hair is on fire.
Heaven
comes to us when we realize
we are walking on the ocean floor.
I meet you
somewhere
in the wild air between.
In a world where there is more hunger and pain
than we can assuage with bread and salve
we have no choice but to seek justice.
In a world where money
buys the biggest megaphone,
we have no choice but to whisper,
speak
and shriek
the truth.
In a world where all of our choices
are bad ones,
we have no choice but to love.
We speak and act for the sake of
a dark-eyed girl in a green dress
who bears our trust in a chalice
and our hope on a paten.
For multitudes of children now living
and vast crowds unborn,
we burn our own bones
and stir them with the ashes of our grandfathers.
For the sake of our brothers and sisters,
whose navels are the mark of their worthiness,
we pour our blood into the sea
where our grandmothers roll gently in the kelp.
You and I are the love of Christ.
The godless heathen that I am
can reconcile that
because he has no fear of hell.
Your heart is a lute and your life is a song
that no hymn book or psalter can contain.
Sing then, and stars will weep.