27 January 2009

michael this is a work in progress..and I don't want to move it to a Word doc :P

On Change

I can keep the same language,
but can I keep the same heart?
For my words precede me,
the sinner not yet whole is
apt to call himself clean.

Yesterday I grinned like a mime
released from canvassing
sidewalks and stairwells.
In interest of time, I danced only
the rumba and square.
But today I am jobless and sinner unclean.

my loyalties lie
only God knows where
the words allow room to breathe.

1 comment:

Michael said...

yay a tile just for me,
good stuff