Oh, let me be a weed in the river, let me be one speck of dust in the desert. A thought that came and went. The dream that could not be remembered upon awakening. That’s for me. Let me be small, the universe is so large. Inhale, exhale. Life is what is happening right now.
This I pray; that I might always speak up for those people whose voices are not being heard.
Afghanistan, an armed drone above a village. Someone is going to die today. Perhaps a bad person. Perhaps. And perhaps his family will die, his children, or his neighbor, or just someone passing by at exactly the wrong moment. Good people. Bombs are like that. Indiscriminate. Blood is blood, meat is meat. And America isn’t that picky.
I wake up from a long nap, still slightly lost in a dream. Just a moment ago I was a man who fights fire, not a fireman in any traditional sense, but a man who has fire for his enemy, and so the fight is to the death. Why am I here? Where are the weapons I was cleaning? I go to the window and open it, there is a breeze that washes my face awake, and I am once again myself, jobe, the man that I am. It is late afternoon. Looking through the window I can see the park across the street, there is a boy running and laughing, and the autumn trees with all their colors seem to glow in the late afternoon light.
-for D.R. Wagner-
A ‘V’ of direction; geese on the move. Feathers and sky and motion. A cycle of season is also in motion, a cycle of weather and time. Geese on the move, with a ‘V’ to point the way.
How long does it take to polish eternity? All of eternity. It's a lot of hard work. In fact, by the time you have buffed your way to the far end of eternity, the beginning might need polishing all over again. All of life can seem like a cycle, if you're paying attention. But friend, when eternity shines, the glow circles the earth and fills the darkest corners of life with light. Now that's worth a little work, isn't it?
prose poems by jobe
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My motto at work is - Always put off till tomorrow what you can do today. Tomorrow they might decide that they don’t actually need it to be done after all.
My motto at work is - Always put off till tomorrow what you can do today. Tomorrow they might decide that they don’t actually need it to be done after all.