QUESTIONS IN THE DARK

Far away you reside
behind cold, steel bars
hoping
hoping
to be set free.

My Mother Heart
peals a steady cry
for your release
before you die.

May you have peace
should it be fate
or
state
that unlocks the chains that bind you
or throws away the key.

TRADE

You are far away in another land
of concrete, stone and iron.
I am here in another land
of fields, woods, and stained window glass.

Each of us has a wall
that we alone can see.
Each of us has another wall:
one for you
one for me.

Silent marches took some walls down.
Noisy battles often did the same.
But often there is a wall that must remain:
one for you
one for me.

Shouting battles,
silent marches
avail us no relief.
Alone,
inside our separate walls
each of us remains:
needing to give
needing to receive
my wall for yours
yours for mine.
One for you.
One for me.

EYES

Colored windows
blue or brown
talking, smiling,
looking 'round.

BARS

Nothing in
nothing out:
crying eyes
without tears
laughing,
dancing,
hiding sadness.

Your eyes and mine
become one:
an open door
that never closes
except to shut us in.

WINDOWS

The window in your wall is me
bringing the outside to your eyes,
asking nothing in return.
Asking only that you learn to love,
to be a part of the world
viewed through me.

I have not much to offer
that lies within myself:
panes of glass
cracked
clouded
chipped
broken at the sash.
Yet, none the less a window
has come into your life,
filtering light.
A prism of peace and thankfulness
entering into your prison
saying,
"Look,
look through me.
Become a part of what you see."