"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Monday, July 16, 2012

Blind...




We smile at each other
We sing songs to ourselves
We preach shrapnel
All the while
Turning our backs
To the ones Jesus is reaching for
Weeping for
Blinding each other with our own lights
Unable to see the
Lame
Blind
Sick
In our midst
While we sing ourselves to sleep with lullabies in the park


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