Development

November 2007

We are perfect and bold as the sky above
we’re blessed with voices and wings like doves
so the sea claps with the rocks to cheer us on
for we are one with the earth, so gentle and dear.

But our perfection is tainted and stained and smeared
and our smiles are broken and curved in frowns of fear
fear to fly and fall and lose our all.

Some are more ‘perfect’ with their pockets of gold
dreaming each day for more and more to hold.
They run further and faster from the rusty and dusty
and while in their glittering and towering mansions
they drunkenly share with their select companions:

“I saw this old lady’s hand in my face
and held out a penny to try and save face,
I heard the crying of the hungry babies
But only had aspirin for their ignorant mothers,
I shut their useless men up
With cigarettes and cheap liquor
I have everything to lose…yet more to gain”

You ask where compassion and sharing have gone.
They’re not in your pocket, you must build anew.
Take your heart and cleanse it with love and peace
Tear your shiny shoes and clothes off
They are blinding your eyes from truth
Stand in the nakedness and passion of freedom
Then listen…
Listen to the silence of those voiceless souls
Listen to the wisdom whispered in the wind
Follow the promise of a transformed humanity
And lead on with faith, courage and humility.