Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross and hatred is the ballast of the rock — Maya Angelou

I have need of a friend.There is one and only one

who will give the air

from his failing lungs

for my body's mend.And that one is my love.

Visit us again, Savior.Your children, burdened with

disbelief, blinded by a patina

of wisdom,

carom down this vale of

fear. We cry for you

although we have lost

your name.

Petulant priests, greedy

centurions, and one million

incensed gestures stand

between your love and me.