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
sharing air
nearly barely breathing properly
and yet
worse than strangers
it's like nothing is right next to us (unless he smells or make a noise or step into our space)
eating
buying
rushing
going
talking
looking
looking
looking
what is really real to us?
and Jesus - where is He?
in me.
in me?
safely tucked inside to be let out in church and cell?
in me?
trying to get out perhaps?
in me?
O Jesus, i dont hear and see the bodies all around
s'fraid i dont really see or hear u either...
so
now
what
