James Lee Jobe writes

Stranger, come in and sit at the table.

Friend, are you hungry?
Break the bread with me,
And then rest for a while.
Blessed are the hungry
And blessed are the weary.
We are the same in the void,
You and I - beings of light,
Beings of empathy and love,
Human beings, souls
That exist inside of bodies.
Souls, in flesh and bone.
Touch your forehead to mine
And take my hands in yours.
Brother, sister, we are one.
We are all part of The One.

-for William Mahoney Sr, grandfather-




Beings of White Light -- BenGoodspeed