The Fire Of Redemption

i am a dissident, a fugitive, a renegade, condemned by apathy as subversive. i am an individual, a burning bush, a fire in the night. i am a homeless star in a sky gone black, the mouth and face of hunger. i am passion's anger, and compassion's hands, i am a man and not a body. i am a spiritual heretic, a relic from a time when the spirit was the cause. i am a bridge, a pair of shoes, a jug that holds water. i am the seeds, the sower, the rain and the sun. i am the common dance, the holy sweat, i am hard work and erection. i am the prayer prayed by the side of the road, the father's firmness, and the mother's breasts. i am sickness and death, the price of years, i am simple resurrection. i am the lover unchained, the wind that breaks the door, the rain that falls in the naked night. i am the voice behind silence, the shout of the snow. i am birth and beginning, i am the fire of redemption!