why

why,
when we are not looked upon,
and our hand held,
when we are beheld,
as vanity,
as vain vapour,
when speech undermines our presence,
By joy and laughter we are mocked?
Peace breaks our hearts?
Why do we simply shrug,
To cast this load off our backs?
Why then do the odds dictate
we shake hands with corpses...
so they may give a hand?

why,
when we walk
upon upraised arms and heads,
and soil apparel not our own,
our feet to wipe,
and embroider walls with
blood,sweat, and tears of those we loathe,
We are exulted?

this numb world

tell me
do the deaf hear God's voice?
or does He hear the dumb's prayer?

Does God show visions to the blind?
or do the cripple follow when He leads by the hand?

Yes...
When we love those who matter the most.

places

Just of recent, on one of my new ventures outr of my small world,I got to prove and find out what it really has all along been..a small world!Discovery is evoking your small,ever faithful world in daring another unknown world...someone else's world.Quite philosophical huh?
But its real..anything outside you is someone else's or for both of you.So next time watch your step...you might run into yourself on the sie walk!

who?

me