groaning into holiness

i am a bruised vessel
empty and cracked
waiting to be patched
peering into clouds
searching for a scoop

groaning into holiness
born of the worn earth
i live in a field of cautions
setting out, stiff of heart

an uptight preacher of the Word
the irony borne on crumpled bones
asleep in hope
beneath a wreckage of doubts

what am i to say to the weary-worn
forlorn of heart with thirsting souls
but that we encircle the table and have a drink
partake of bread
affirm our common bond



*The virtue lies in the struggle, not in the prize.
-Chinese fortune cookie



*Art ain't about paint.  It ain't about canvas.  It's about ideas.  Too many people died without ever getting their mind out to the world.
-Thornton Dial



*...we are what we a have lost.
-from the film Amores Perros [Love's a Bitch]



*Religions get lost as people do.
-Kafka