October 10, 2009 at 10:50pm

Faces, unfamiliar yet so common

Faces, altruistic, sad and foreign

Faces all around me, faces hard to find

Faces that are badgered, weary or kind.

Identities crippled, mangled, worn

Identities waiting to be born

Identities twisted in a burning mound

Identities wasted for absence of sound.

What's the world to a man willing to dream?

What's it to a vagabond lying by a stream?

What's it to a flower beginning to bloom?

What's it to a prisoner awaiting doom?

Questions have answers and answers are games

If only one knew how to tag each by name

How to mask the identity, how to smile in grief

How to discourse with winds and seek relief.

How to look forth in faith in love and life

How to help hope float in the midst of strife

How to build a bridge and to connect

How to bury fears and convictions resurrect.

Life is a dream, vision, fascination

Life is a journey awaiting destination

Life is a lover yearning sweet caress

Life is God saying "You're blessed."

Life is not what is handed by tradition or force

Though life is what we choose to be its course

To me life is you, and you it will be

In this world, here after, in all eternity