museum pieces

we black men curse

we groan

we snarl

we hate

and in anger's passionate heat

buy guns

to air fate

pointing their barrels

at black one's to shoot

a loony coot

dead 

from the sky

we pass our lives

as zombies dying

dying without hope 

for tomorrow's tomorrows

as our destruction looms near

and we grin from our cages

from museum display cases

as objects for extinction 

*Reflections of Frederick Buechner:

  -If we are to believe he(Jesus) is really alive with all that that implies, then we have to believe without proof.

  -...love that is forced is of course not love at all.

  -Love must live in the freedom not to love; it must take risks.  Love must be prepared to suffer even as Jesus on the Cross suffered, and part of that suffering is doubt, even as Jesus  on the Cross doubted.

  -But if we have no proof that he is alive, we have many witnesses, two thousand years of them, and yet we have more than that.

  -The greatest miracle that Christianity has to proclaim is that the love that suffered agonies on that hill outside the city walls was the love of God himself, the love of God for his creation, which is a love that has no limit, not even the limit of death.