There is a hope beyond the walls.
It sleeps on streets and dances in bars,
and it seems to be just within grasp
of those who deem to know it best.
It walks the streets in a place like Mobile,
and sits beside rivers of filth and shit;
it sleeps with decaying bodies of mothers and dads
and holds the hand of the arm riddled with tracks of broken dreams.
It doesn't remain behind windows stained with saints,
nor can it be restrained by minds supposed to be great.
It's simple wisdom and power befuddle these the most --
those who fail to really know it best.
'Cause Matt sometimes they are the words that best capture expressions.
Posted by: Ben Finger | Sep 21, 2005 at 01:07 PM
Have you ever seen third world countries with rivers that people piss in, drink in, and bathe in? Sometimes there is no other way to describe something as horrific as the sights there. And if the cussing is what you're focused on and more concerned about, then you missed the point.
Posted by: Dan Lowe | Sep 05, 2005 at 12:34 PM
Why the cussing? Ephesians 4:29
Posted by: Matt | Sep 05, 2005 at 04:19 AM