We are half-persons with quartered  faces drugs

lacking balance in our lives;

leaning on the edge of collapse

we embrace Hopes' escape from despair

We cry with muffled tongues

a Word swallowed in each sound;

thirsting for the Wine of Peace

we imbibe Life's oblivion drugs

We long the Physician come to patch our broken parts

to hear our garbled response through desiccated throats

We languish on the banks of Eden

peering at the Tree across the Way

awaiting the cherubim to sheath the sword

and Christ to ferry us in

*To engage art is to use it, and it will do something to or for you, even if it does not cause you to go on a buying spree.

-Theodore L. Prescott

*One aspect of receiving and having faith is some fundamental reordering of the way one looks at the world.  Faith begins to de-fang that hungry, omnivorous creature within each of us, the one that so easily turns people and things into objects to satisfy our appetites.

-Theodore L. Prescott

*My Dearest One!!

There R no words to express

how much I truly care

So many times I fantasize of

feelings we can share

My heart has never known

the Joy u bring 2 me

As if GOD knew what I wanted

and made u a reality

I'd die 2 hold u or 2 kiss u

or merely to see your face

my stomach quivers my body shivers

and my heart increases pace

2 give me $ or lots of gold

would not be the same 2 me

I prayed and watched the distant stars

and finally u came 2 me!

-Tupac Shakur