Posted by: whiteagle | January 6, 2010

There Will Always Be a Rejoicing

“When We Talked to the Trees”

(SIDEWALK OBSERVATIONS)

©2009 by Magnus

THESE STREETS

by A Walking Storyteller

AS I WALK THESE CITY STREETS

I  LOOK LONG INTO

THE EYES OF THE HOMELESS

AS THEY APPROACH ME

TOO MUCH PAIN

TOO MUCH SADNESS

TOO MUCH

MISERY

I AM NOT AFRAID  OF THEM

NOR THEY OF ME

THEY DON’T SIZE ME UP

THEY SIMPLY LET ME BE

I CAN NOT LOOK LONG INTO

THE EYES OF THE BUSINESSMAN

WITH HIS BRIEFCASE

AS HE APPROACHES ME

TOO MUCH MISTRUST

TOO MUCH PAIN AND DISGUST

TOO MUCH INDIGNATION

HE  ISN’T FREE

I CAN NOT LOOK LONG INTO

THE EYES OF THE STUDENT

AS HE WALKS HOME FROM CLASS

CELLULAR PHONES CLOSE TO HIS EARS

ATTACHED TO HIMSELF HE CANNOT HEAR THE ANGEL’S BLAST

NOR TOUCH THE FEARS OF THE LESS FORTUNATE

NOR SEE INTO THE EYES OF THE HOMELESS

I CANNOT COUNT THE NUMBER OF CANS

THE HOMELESS COLLECTS TO EASE HIS PAIN

I CANNOT WITNESS THE CHOICES HE MAKES

NOR THE ONES HE SELECTS THE ONES HE TRIES TO ERASE

SOMETIMES I SEE NOTHING BUT

CRUEL JOKES SCRAPS OF PAPER  PACKAGED MOPE AND WHINE

OTHERS LEAVE BEHIND

PIECES OF PLASTIC WE COULD PICK UP

BUT WE DON’T

WHERE WOULD WE PUT THEM?

WHEN THERE’S ONLY ONE NEIGHBORHOOD

WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THE THINGS YOU DON’T WANT?

PUT THEM IN SOMEONE ELSE’S BACKYARD?

THERE IS NO ONE ELSE BUT US

EARTH IS OUR NEIGHBORHOOD ITS ALL WE’VE GOT

WHEN SHE HAS ENOUGH OF US

SHE’LL DO IT FOR US

EVERYONE ON THE BUS WILL LOSE

SHE DOES NOT CHOOSE OR SELECT

WHO SITS IN THE FRONT SEAT

AND WHO MUST SIT IN BACK

THE HOMELESS THE BUSINESSMAN THE STUDENT THE TEACHER

THE PREACHER AND HIS CONGREGATION

YOU AND ME

AND ALL THE REST

WE’LL ALL GO UNDER

IF WE DON’T ARREST THIS MADNESS

THIS INDIFFERENCE THIS FAILURE TO GIVE OF OURSELVES

TO HELP  EVERY SISTER AND BROTHER

HELP OURSELVES OUT OF THE MESS

WE’VE PUT OURSELVES IN

THIS IS THE ONLY PLACE WE HAVE

THIS IS THE SPACE WE INHABIT

THIS IS THE ONLY GRACE WE ARE GIVEN

THIS IS THE  FACE OF LIVING

THIS IS NOT COMPLICATED

ITS NOT THE FROSTING ON THE CAKE

ITS NOT A DARK CHOCOLATE FUTURE

SOMEWHERE IN-BETWEEN THEREAFTER SUTURE

ITS THE WHEAT AND FLOUR OF NOW

FROM WHICH THE CAKE IS MADE

WITH WHICH IT IS BAKED

WE BLEACH IT WE LEAVEN IT

WE SANITISE IT WE BLEED IT

WE MAKE IT ALL WHITE AND PRETTY

INSTEAD OF LEAVING IT WHOLE!

THERE’S NOT MUCH  LEFT ONCE THE GERM FROM THE WHEAT IS REMOVED

THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH MEAT IN THE STEW ON THE TABLE

THE REST IS GARNISHMENT

WHAT ARE WE TO DO?

WE KNOW WHAT WE HAVE TO DO

WE MUST GIVE EVERYONE A LITTLE PIECE

OF  OURSELVES

MAYBE CINCH THE BELT AND EAT A LITTLE LESS

MAYBE ACCEPT A SMALLER PORTION AS SUFFICIENT

TESTING OUR WILLINGNESS TO SHARE WHATEVER WE’VE GOT

FOR SOME ITS NOT A LOT  BUT I HAVE TO SAY HONESTLY

I’VE BEEN GIVEN MORE FROM THE HOMELESS

THAN FROM EVERYONE ELSE COMBINED

THESE ARE THE THINGS I OBSERVE AS I WALK THESE CITY STREETS

THERE WILL ALWAYS BE ROOM FOR YET ANOTHER OCCUPANT

IN THE HOTEL OF WELCOME

THE SPIRITS HAVE PROMISED

EACH AND EVERY SISTER AND BROTHER

WHO REACHES THE DOOR

AND TURNS THE KNOB

WALKS IN WITH HEAD HELD HIGH

AND THERE WILL ALWAYS BE  A REJOICING, SOMEWHERE.

THIS I DO BELIEVE EVERY TIME I WALK THESE CITY STREETS

LINED WITH THE GOLD THAT WAS SPUN FROM

THOSE WHO LIVE THERE

AHO!


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