The Beat

blessings
be attitude
inheritance is ours
kingdoms belong to poor spirits
Heaven

Earth falls
meekly sweeping
stars in its path, our feet
battle the beat; soiled soles linger
aching

good mourn
childhood days when
comforters covered beds
apples from the tree un-bidden
Eden

righteous
food tastes bitter
where is the apple now?
empty, the well of our souls wait
thirsty

plowshares
hold back the crop
merciless man reaps death
future tenses at the peace dream
walling

the wails
cleanse the face, not
the eyes cloud, the skies rail
frozen tears, the hail that makes us
look up

children
peacemakers, all
grow under thorny plants
poked and prodded, crowned, soon sodden
people

yet beat
the message grows
planting something hidden
till the proper time when justice
blesses