each time i walk the streets
my heart tumbles as i see
lives, stories, minds, pains, longings..
our bodies are so smooshed on the train but
nearly barely breathing properly
worse than strangers
it's like nothing is right next to us (unless he smells or make a noise or step into our space)
what is really real to us?
and Jesus - where is He?
safely tucked inside to be let out in church and cell?
trying to get out perhaps?
O Jesus, i dont hear and see the bodies all around
s'fraid i dont really see or hear u either...