The Sky (Belongs To All)

i saw Jesus in a drunk tank in Oklahoma, after i watched a man die... found Buddha in the stillness on a cool basement floor... felt the Tao, on a mountainside, listening to water running over rocks. i found myself, again this morning, in the line outside the homeless shelter. all of this, and more, in families torn apart by war, in the addict who does what he has to, in the poor, and hungry, the sick, and the dispossessed. in the broken, and the angry... in the hopeless with trembling mouths. in the child born without a future, in the man who closed the door! each way has its own wings, but the sky belongs to all!