Your hands
are dirty. You slept in the dirt.
But your
hands are dirty, too, from all the people that you hurt.
Your face is
dirty, smeared with mud turned black.
But your
face is dirty, too, because of all the compassion that you lack.
Your mouth
is dirty. You’ve been eating from the trash.
But your
mouth is dirty, too; your tongue known to whip and lash.
Your clothes
are dirty. You’ve been sleeping with the dogs.
But your clothes are dirty, too, craving wealth and fashion like hogs.
Your heart,
however, pumps the same as mine.
My! My! The
things we can’t see with our eyes shut blind.
Your soul,
however, yearns the same as mine.
Longing for
Eternity at the end of our time.
Your spirit,
however, longs for love the same as mine.
My! My! What
we miss when the light does not shine.
All have
been dirty and all can be made clean.
The dead,
empty fields can blossom, the brown turns green.
Look! Look
around! All your sister and your brother.
Love! Love
profound! Pour it out on one another.
Look! Look
around! Dirty, crimson stains everywhere you go!
Love! Love
profound! Turns them white as snow.