Touch Points

Our lives That flow directionally That rhythmically dis-enable pause which absence disaffects our vision distances our presence Leaves us obtrusively reactive Our differences That comprise our completion That obscure our Human fabric whose mantle of sameness is woven by the spirit of time Our Pain whose inert rise diffuses our nobility into non-movement and solitary loss Our spirit Innate and lost Accessible Available Ignored Our selves Soar and roar Only if with others Enlivened by simple gestures Whose measure encompasses the continuum of time Our prayer Bleeds despair Seeks comfort Acknowledges silence of fear And the sounds of truth Beseeched by memories eternal Fall prey To the wisdom of false pride