The Call of the Wild and the Free (The 21st September Song)

I tried to hide myself in there wasn’t room under stars, I mounted the sky, but fell below instead, no sanctuary within.

Believe in man, though he’s dying.

I see an orange streak of failing light, a star flung across the heavens, the growling tummy held hostage, emptiness writing a ransom note.

Believe in man! Raise him up!

Peace walks the land without legs, war strides without joy, one moves minus hope, the other, flesh to let slip our struggle.

I smile upon another and pray to remember.

Do the thinning ranks fall short of the seed, the kindness imbued in all things? Might I recall the love I’ve missed or the goodness lodged inside me like a map?

I dance on the ground, pray upon the air.

Allow me to honor you, to put bread to your lips, my mind to climb the truth of a shared seed, those that are hungry, those fed.

Believe!

They are waiting for me to choose.

© 2010 by mark prime