Momo lectures about love,
not of one’s mother or significant
other but of one’s people, one’s faith
and as I kneel before this wall today
there is an understanding I cannot name,
my fingers brushing up against the soldier’s
rifle standing next to me, then end of war
something I pray for while he fights it
every day, he and I no different,
a matter of age. Lily says that a person
can have a heart of stone and a stone
the heart of a person, and I know
this today, feel a presence, a pain worn
deep into the cracked marble stone,
kneeling at the altar of a place
that is foreign, yet still home.

11/10/2006

Posted on 11/10/2006
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