PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

We are a gallery of blank
                    Faces,
Comfortable collection of
cracked pottery and
modern masks.
We are not moved by Men
Who roll stones
             And cheat death.
We are content to play the puppet
     to schedules and services
   and normal things,
worshipping idols in
Coffee Cups.
We make mechanical miracles.
We repeat in every day
          the same day
And do not look behind the curtain.

We are like monumental stone—
   Stoic statuary without
                Feelings.
We bury the uncomfortable
   In busy days and brittle smiles.
We are not moved by Men
Who scale the seas
    In bare feet,
               by holy Men
          With holey hands
Or breaking beggars,
    Thirsty children,
      The suffering sick.
We are content
To stare at stones
To scrape the sky
And forget to cry
And forget why

We firmly believe
That the idea of a story
Of a legendary epic myth
   Of love that unravels death
   That makes statues weep
   That rolls back stones
   That touches the sick
        Without flinching
   And builds the broken
        From the bottom up
              That smiles
        Just to smile
Is a nice dream—
Just a nice dream.
And we firmly believe that
Prophets and pastors
Risk-takers and relief workers
Missionaries and Messiahs
Are good people—
Just good people.
We are content to praise
Good people.

The only way
To topple stone
To break the mold
To save a soul
The only way
To save the world
Is to be the first
To stand
When everyone else
Is content
To sit there and watch you.