lamentation

jeremiah sat on a dark bench
glass from neon lights
spread randomly on pavement,
mourned for his kind.
for his Lady.

on earth at certain moments
you can see Forgiveness
just before a storm
last straining sunshine
causing a bold red field
to ignite,
contrast the tender grass
weepy sky

or in violent nowhere darkness
where Holy innocent campfires
awaken Heaven
with youthful beams
of enlightenment
where children are burned
for the sake of something
unknown
something higher weird
devoutly powerfully
graceful

i gave myself
to the same flame
that took king gandhi marley
will take
graham mendela n^hat-han
and all peace-pushers
love-teachers
faithful changers of time
doers
citizens of a rare
earned transcendental
Eternity.

Love.
Spirit.
Strength.
Courage.

Fire lit by
my sad
worn
war-torn
Father.