When life lies down on the song of a bird The resurrection returns my name And I break the brakes of senses To taste the steady pain
My cross is nailed into me I pity the fingers that scourge my face The minutes hurry the hours The hours hurry the days
The loyal faces approach And run along with every summer Beside the flooded feet of love The hardened lives are turning numb
Between my feet against the wind My words will cascade through the strife But if inside my eyes you see the flying geese The ropes will pause the next worn life
The seasoned time has buried signs And swings like a branch above a lost sandal I step inside the ant hill ashes Becoming new and larger ant hill
Father Forgive Them
Oil on canvas, Age 9 (2004) 48" x 60" Original & Prints Available