Regarding the Shooting in Arizona

She is keeping a candle lit for the angels
Candle tumbles and falls against the wall
of the portal
No one notices the portal is burning
& the birds in the house screech
fire, fire!

Kill the Light and you get
your own reality
& this is the catch
No realization that the seething & self made Truth
will become a disease,
Religion without God
Spirit or awe
No one but you and your Belief
that kills. & in that case
there is no God.

Isn't that what happened to Christ
Not a christian, but teacher
man of compassion and sorrow
Jesus wept.
Defy any one to argue with that
On and on, beings dead, suffering
Earth, Sky, Life
Killed for his Divine Light
and so are we all

I am remembering my father
in my childhood,
insurance salesman temp job,
placed in a most destitute neighborhood
ensured me that there would be an uprising
a revolution
Who would remember that
but me, eldest daughter


I remember.
And I am still here
on Mother Earth
and there is nothing I can do
As birds fall from the sky and fish
wash up on the shore

This poem is for the People.
for the ones whose paths I cross every day
for the ones who cast the sidelong glances
and the ones smiling and they don't know why
they smile at strangers
suffering too, & can still imagine the dream


I am keeping a candle lit for the angels
Candle tumbling and falling and hits the wall
no one notices the portal is burning
and the birds in the house screech
Fire, Fire