return

to rendered silence

we are distilled

from the greater flow

(it only concentrates our strength)

liberate our atoms

from your homogeny

pour us down the drain

and pray our contact
didnÂ’t somehow poison you

we trickle, concentrate

in the low places

the deep, the cracks

we soak

into the (mother)earth

convince yourself

by telling your babies

that we never existed

to pollute your solution

build great walls

around your Eden

place before her gates

a terrible angel

your skies and heaven

your flowers and fields

your children, always

are protected

but we have soaked

into the soil

into the trees

into the fruits

rendered

into silence

we will commune

with our mother

in our own way

you may make this world a desert

yet we will flow

forever

11/02/2003

Author's Note: In the early years of Christianity’s existence, the Roman government persecuted Jesus’ followers harshly, forcing them to meet in secret forums and worship in silence. Sometimes, in this modern world, I can relate so much to those early Christians, knowing that my beliefs, my love for the Earth and her children and for true equality, set me apart from the masses, alienate me from the majority, and make me a prime candidate for a lion’s dinner in the arena. I remember being brought up by my Catholic family, being taught by Jesuit priests; I remember reading Jesus’ teachings: judge not; turn the other cheek; forgive. I imagine what it must have been like to be crucified by the Romans, to be whipped and stabbed, but to still have the strength, the faith, to ask God for his tormentors’ forgiveness. What a beautiful lesson; what a beautiful world we would live in if even a few of us would learn it and live by it. Jesus may not be my personal savior, but I will try my best to heed his lesson. I forgive all of you. (Re: Sallie's Comment: My Sentiments Exactly. Ye who be without sin throw the first stone.)

Posted on 11/02/2003
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