funeral feast

In moments when each note brings
a memory, and feelings float above
the lines the singer sings and instruments play
such moments, like wine for the spirit
add a giddiness to the melancholy
and sadness to the sweet tastes like a cold, funeral feast.

It still rings in the ears and flows in deep thoughts.
Chest -deep snows, piles lead to flood near sweet water lakes,
dark clouds gather above the heart of freedom,
and madmen plunder the East. Yet, in all the world,
like the flutters of wings in chaos,
mankind is still linked to its weakest virtue; it is tied
to its greatest sins...

the child falls in Ferguson.

around its gravity...

Seen into the unseen, and shaped in tones
that do not fade, life is a mere shade
of the light of a greater sun.

Once begun, it is a gift from an indelible giver'
and though we must only know in faith,
the signs take us straight
on an ever-winding path.

Within each, the light of an inner star
birthed into the cold, temporary touching
a passing world, we learn much
but acquire little that can be kept.

So much as we disagree, time slips
elagantly without excuse, we lose
as we gain...yet we Love.
We hold in orbits around its gravity
a mass that pulls the willing, it is
Love that makes a purpose of life

We love the children, the joy we know,
unfolding seeds of the great tree of humanity
they all belong to all of us
and so they are precious... and so
they are Michael