A poem written today at the Valley and Mountain Fellowship, Rainier Valley in Seattle.
preaching consolation
I walk in beauty
my ears sharp to your voice
my eyes peeled for
any stray ray of light
when I visit the time and place
of my own death
I remember the future
when I feed the hungry
I feed my own soul
when I seek peace
I am delivered unto peace
when I listen to you
my voice is magnified
I am a drum major for justice, for righteousness
and I play tuba in the marching band
of the Kindom of Heaven