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Here is my introduction. My own work, straight from my heart to yours.
NO ONE SHAVES THE BARBER
I prowl alone, in endless silent paths where flowers grow; their petals face the Sun – the Sun i do not see. It does not shine to light the darkness where my footsteps fall my tracks erase; no ripples left behind.
The flowers that I pass, I water them – my tears fall freely; no one hears the splash as they are strengthened, then I go my way And no one shaves the barber.
I try to weed the gardens of their souls tug gently on the festering guilts and shames to free their roots to flourish as they may but no one shaves the barber.
When I am gone, forgotten, I can pray that someone else will tend these lovely blooms and be as strong as I have tried to be – for no one shaves the barber.
Life’s not in vain, and love is never less when not returned; and if the void is all that waits for me when I am finished here then that oblivion, though not desired, shall be my resting. Often I have felt that somewhere there is joy, if not for me if no one shaves the barber.
So now I say, if anyone can hear, if anyone can care, as I have cared, for troubled souls, for voices crying out in loneliness and suffering, desperate need, if anyone can summon up the strength to walk as I have always walked, alone, and tend their needs, their yearnings, as I have, then please accept the tools, my gloves and rake, my watering can, my heart they always break, and help them, please, they never know whose hand is reaching out to help them grow accept you’ll never reap what you must sow for no one shaves the barber.
— 10/12/2008 19:47 EST Sterling, VA
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