The Scriptures

i read the scriptures written in human faces, in calloused hands, in bruises and scars. in the spider's web, in the trail of the snail. in the pot stained with use, in the axe and the plow. in the old woman's silence, in the broken window. in worn out boots, and the broken lock. in the gravel drive, in the eyes of the hungry.... in the fear of those oppressed by war. in the dead squirrel's body, in the nest left empty. in the prisoner staring through a window barred. in the old man's chair, a dog's turd and a hill of ants. in the fallen leaf, in the empty room. in solitude and stillness, in the prayer of lonliness. in trash strewn in the alley, in the grave unmarked. in the truth of doubt, in a puddle of rainwater. in fresh cut grass, in the cow fresh milked. in the lover's touch, in the dialogue of silence. in the shovel, the hammer, and the flute. in the grain of the old tree, and the woman giving birth... let us speak of nothing less!